I don’t look in mirrors any more

I carry my face
like a bowl full of water
fearful of spilling.

The world is full
of broken mirrors,
twisting screens
suncatchers spiralling
so that my face
surprises me
my body
shocks me

with its cold distortion.
Time drops stones
in the still pool
of my reflection.

The prism holds
a rainbow,
fans it out across
the kitchen floor.

I’m hosting at dVerse tonight, and asking for self-portraits. This is mine.