Fortunately, exercise clears the mind. I was driving home from circuit training this morning, and realized there is only one logical choice. I've been writing poems since I could pick up a pen. Why not carry one of my poems in my pocket?
The poem I've chosen isn't one of my best, and I don't say that modestly. I say that as someone who knows a bit about the art and craft of poetry.
In terms of my personal writing history, I wrote the bones of this poem when Kate was not quite 2 -- more than 20 years ago. I'll carry it Thursday for the idea it represents. Because I still like that. I hope you do too.
Mirror, mirror …
If I had known who she was,I wouldn’t have thought she was pretty.
But, for an instant,All I saw was her reflection
And she was pretty.
Soft-hearted, smiling,admiring her daughter.
If she had known I was watching,I’d never have seen her.
But, for an instant, the mirror was honest.And, in that instant,
I knew I was pretty.
©1992, Jan Sokoloff Harness