Look alikes

My old family photos;
little, black-and-white,
white-bordered circus
fun-house mirrors

the reflection peering
back at me is not a true
replica; more a police
artist’s puzzled rendering
of what nine different
witnesses describe as
the same bank robber

I look at me and see that
someone else staring back
in a very clear-cut case of
not-so-mistaken identity

Spiritual hedonism

I look into a mirror and I see myself
I look into myself and I see a mirror

a me that reflects all that I have done
everything that has happened in life
making me the person I have become

Mostly, I like what I see

The reflection mostly makes me smile
sometimes I even laugh out loud at it

Mostly, I am satisfied with the view

Rarely does such reflection cause me
pain or strife, worry or frustration.

Not anymore

That mirror was cracked; distorting
but bad luck and dubious karma cannot
simply be Windexed away without streaks

so I threw it out.