Mirror, Mirror on the Wall…

Standing in line,

Prescription slip in tow,

Why, I wonder?

170

Of shorter stature,

Folded arms across her bosoms,

Mascara needing attention

Yet…

So wanting.

200

Of taller identity

Gripping grocery cart

With toddler squirming

Yet…

So frustrated.

220

Of stockier stature,

Nervously adjusting faded housedress

Eyes darting from well-dressed person to person

Self-consciously flipping bleached hair side to side

Yet…

Allowing old lady to go first

275

Of manly proportions

Sporting a Chief’s t-shirt

Gripping the shoulders of daughter and son

Attempting to remain calm

Urgently needing the prescription ordered

Yet…

Irritability mounting

My turn in line comes

Leaving me wondering…?

Knowing so many will all have a moment

Late this night

As one’s mate snores loudly

And children toss and turn in their beds

Perhaps hungry

As dinner was spartan this night

Rendering sadness for you as the night wears on

And now…

You stand before the bathroom mirror

Moist eye lids pleading

Reflection recalling the day

And like so many others

The image before you wonders perhaps the complex question…

Am I who I think I am?