When I Look in the Mirror

What I See in the Mirror   

When I look in the mirror, I see myself, 

Hallow girl decked out in personality, 

A silky, a strawberry, a stripper... 

Music makes danger irrelevant.  

Am I floundering, a wild child lost in silence,  

A comedian, a celebrity DJ, a chandelier... 

When I look in the mirror, I see a stranger, 

A happy bubble bee buzzing over a concrete world, 

A lemon smeared with black ink given wings.  

I can fly, or at least I could learn to fly, without strings.  

A little tea-cup or a tottering tower, 

All locks and keys growing flavorful flowers.  

When I look in the mirror, I see a friend, 

Who points back at me with teasing smiles, 

Who runs across wide open seashores  

Making crowns with selfless seaweed  

And cities with peaceable pebbles -   

She is a lotus, a lighter, a level... 

When I look in the mirror, I see myself, 

A bird, a billion building blocks, a ballerina... 

I stand atop a New York roof and cast my fishing line  

Beyond the subway stops to where the colors can combine  

Just a person really, but who’s to say that I am not 

An albatross, an ambassador, or perhaps an astronaut...