Reflection (May 1993)

Your essence reveals itself, dazzling and 

Independent of time.  Recognition 

Catches mid-breath, a moment embodies 

The poem’s core, spontaneous and free.  Though 

I share the impulse, there’s violation 

When we dare capture it in static form.  

It’s private, and ironic, like this, but 

That is art—writing about taboo, having 

Courage to find a reader.  I could not 

Create you, presumptuous to think I 

Might.  Yet within this self I call mine, your 

Reflection, its presence, if you stand near,

And nothing to miss when you walk away.