Two Mirrors

Looking into a mirror

I see myself inside

I look and am looked at

Seeing myself again

As if reflected

In my own eyes

I watch my thoughts

Washing through my head

Never repeating, never repeating

Yet always the same

I reach out and touch myself

And my hand touches back

And I see myself,

Stretching away


So unique, so special

Yet so easily duplicated

And, as I look, I can't help but marvel

At the figure in the front

Who, though there are infinite others

Behind, crowding, pushing forward

Still looks

So frail