Sometimes I catch the mirror
or it catches me; I stop
arrested by the sight of me, my beautya surprise
always a surprise to see.
I face me, head on
eye to eye
clear blue shining life crinkles warm with love for me
and I wonder: can anyone else see what I see?
or is this beauty just for me?
hidden in plain sight, a missed surprise
a mist between my beauty and their eyes.
(it's no coincidence that mist and missed are the same word)
