Am I no more than a mirror? <br />I reflect. <br /> <br />I reflect pale Narcissus. <br />Bending to my fluid face. <br />He sees only his own beauty <br />Reflected in my eyes. <br /> <br />I reflect Don Juan <br /> <br />Who sees in my adoring gaze <br />Confirmation of his power <br />Over women caught in the headlight glare <br />Of his own masculinity. <br /> <br />I reflect the joker in the pack, <br /> <br />The card, Jack the lad, <br />Who in my quick responses, <br />My loud applause, will never see a bore <br />Reflected in the prompt screen I hold up. <br /> <br />I reflect the aesthete, <br /> <br />Appreciate his finer points; <br />Frame his sensibilities; read him like a book <br />Represent to him his muse, <br />Put value on his higher consciousness. <br /> <br />I reflect the workman; <br /> <br />Celebrate his solid practicality <br />By comments on his skill <br />And admiration of his labours, <br />Wonder at the use he makes of tools. <br /> <br />One day <br />I shall reflect <br />Upon the image of myself <br />In the bright bronze shield <br />Carried by a man who angles it on me <br />And I’ll not be turned to stone.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journey-inwards-collection-reflecting-or-not-medusa/
