Behind Glass (poetry)

Safe behind glass — that long gallery of faces
tens of thousands of images —
the varying self
superimposed one over the other
all saved in there somewhere
in sequence of age.

Each reflection so thin
space isn’t a problem
for memory stores them —
filed day after day
in that infinite gap
our familiar perception
the likeness we live with
stares back
from the frame.

Trapped in the looking glass
one questions the other
where is reality — which side is which?
there can be no certainty...

Life caught in the mirror
might capture alternatives
negatives... positives...
disguises and clones...
all in some flickering
world of their own.