mirrors

 

the light-stepped girl

 

the light-stepped girl 

standing bare before the mirror

 

slowly comes to realize 

that the child is a woman is a child. 

 

it is winter, the light is low, almost warm.

this person is between herself,

 

recognizable, as if she were in line

with her past and her future. 

 

for now she is a child-woman, 

a little scared, a little proud, a little cold.

 

 

 

wonderland

 

i step through the mirror 

to find you waiting 

 

as if it were any other saturday night. 

we are young, no more than children,

 

though there is little childishness 

in the way you kiss, and tease, 

 

and turn your head 

to look in the mirror.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2020-06-25 at 22:11

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bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
How gentle and sweet and dreamlike. The "mirror" as an image works really well, connecting the two segments into one. So many fine qualities are to be found here, especially "the child is a woman is a child."
2020-06-28