I look in the mirror, but
I never see the same guy twice.
(Maybe that’s a good thing.)
I know who I used to be,
and who I was before that:
I’m hardly ever them anymore.
I know who I always hope to see.
I keep sending him invitations
but he almost never shows up.
Maybe I need one of those fancy
dressing room mirrors; one that
can reflect my many, many faces
until I can finally settle down,
until I can decide which one of me
is the one that I’ve been looking for.
Ron. Lavalette writes “to overcome his stir-craziness up on the Canadian border in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom.” His debut chapbook, Fallen Away (Finishing Line Press), is now available at all standard outlets.