The Secret in the Mirror, by Alberto Rios

The Secret in the Mirror

The mirror is dirty from the detritus of dailiness—I look in the mirror and am freckled.A week out from being cleaned, maybe two, maybe more,The Milky Way shows itself in the secret silver,This star chart in my own bathroom,Aglow not in darkness but with the lights on,Everything suddenly so clear.It is not smear I am looking at, but galaxies.It is not toothpaste and water spots—When I look in the mirror, it is writing and numbers,Musical notes, 1s and 0s, Morse-like codes, runes.I am looking over into the other side,And over there, whoever they are, it turns outThey look a lot like me.  Like me, but freckled. - Alberto Rios

Alberto Rios