-- A Plain Fact --
By John Herlihy
I looked into the mirror,
Realized it must be me.
No one standing around,
Simply no one else to see.
There just looking back,
Peering out on the sly.
The image a plain fact,
The shadow couldn’t deny.
An infant looks in the mirror,
Pure bliss is what she sees.
The wide eyes questioning,
The smile as gentle as breeze.
The baboon seen in the glass,
Both light and shadow dumb.
He just sits there in the grass,
Looking mystified and glum.
A butterfly passes a windowpane,
Each image sees equal beauty.
And yet they are not the same,
One of them goes about its duty.
Illusions do surround us,
Their mystique has their hold.
Their shiny mirror beguiles us,
We hear their message told.
Our illusions belie plain fact,
They creep up on the sly.
They try to make an impact,
And succeed only if we comply.
I looked again in the bright mirror,
The vision there was another version.
I could keep looking there forever,
In plain fact, I am still the same person.
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(c) John Herlihy 29 September 2018
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Jane
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