Thursday, October 14, 2010

Mirrors

Mirrors

If you can’t see my mirrors,
I can’t see you,
the big truck says to my car,
to me.
The truck has eyes in the back
of its body.

I hide for a few miles. I go
invisible,
creep close to the shoulder.
This agreement
allows me to disappear, because
existence

depends on letting our eyes
meet.
I don’t know if the truck
has seen me.
The sign keeps reminding me
I’m here, barely.

7 comments

  1. "the truck has eyes behind its back"- I always think this thought when I am behind a car driving in the dark...
    "existence depends on our eyes meeting"-that is profound.
    This poem was true, funny, and profound all at the same time.!

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  2. from Therese L. Broderick -- I agree with above praise: true, funny, and profound. This poem is about the hide-and-seek that even adults engage in: how it can be a game, or how it can be a lifesaver. All children have to learn that whatever goes behind the curtain still exists. And they have to learn about mirrors. Lifesaving lessons.

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  3. This poem feels like a game of hide and seek, with an element of danger and pathos.

    I love this line:
    "This agreement
    allows me to disappear, because
    existence

    depends on letting our eyes
    meet."

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  4. So very true and very elegantly composed. :)

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