A Mirror, Myself, and I

Ó 2000  Anthony Congiano

My mirrored reflection

I and me see eye to eye

I move as I do

Precision but why

Am I as real as I am

Or am I just another side of me

Can I think all by myself

Or am I just me

I hold out my empty hand

And my hand is held out to mine

A cold feeling grips me

As I cross over my line

I’m what’s real to my reflection

So the other side of me I see

Now that I’ve traded places

I question me