My Mirror, My Anchor

Whenever I look myself in my mirror,

I see a new person like an anchor

Who adores me or admonishes me,

Jeers at me or cheers at me,

Veers at me or peers at me,

Smiles at me or riles at me,

Torments me or commends me.

I sail in the sea on my small sail 

To buy and sell pearls in oysters shells.

I rise and fall and rush again to live

To hold a handful of nectar in the sieve.

My mirror shows me all horizons

All seasons and all reasons.

I make my vision's expansions

Linking my moments to my actions

And pass through therapeutic convulsions

Before I make bold conclusions.

My mirror has no contentment

Till it completes its commitment

Of speaking the truth in all its averment.

My mirror is a true rapporteur

To write my report card with accurate care

Whether it is life-cycle from birth to death

Or life's bi-cycle wheeling out for breath.

My mirror is a miracle of truth pinnacle.

My mirror, my anchor, my peerless pal.