windows and mirrors
originally written 04.15.03

i look at the mirror
and i see myself and objects behind me.
i look out the window
and i see a transparent reflection
with that which is ahead of me.

the mirror has no reset button...
the objects are immovable
and no longer tangible.
everything in the mirror
is frozen and set, like
a picture complete with
perfections and imperfections.

looking out that window,
looking through the indefinite reflection,
cars drive-by, some spin out.
seasons change, day turns into night.
everything can be moved,
everything can be changed.