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‘The path of least resistance leads to crooked rivers and crooked men’

Henry David Thoreau

Mirror

In my mother’s house

is the friendly mirror,

the only glass in which I look

and think I see myself,

think, yes, that’s what

I think I’m like,

that’s who I am. The only

glass in which I look and smile.

Just as this baby smiles

at the baby who always

smiles at her, the one in

her mother’s arms, the mother

who looks like me, who

smiles at herself in her

mother’s mirror, the friendly

mirror in her mother’s house.

But if I move to one side

we vanish, the woman I thought

was me, the baby making friends

with herself, we move to one side

and the mirror holds no future, no past,

in its liquid frame, only the corner

of an open window, a bee visiting

the ready flowers of summer.

Maura Dooley