Within My Bathroom For a While

The bathroom wall is a staring thing
Back at me
It looks
Un-answering
Of my questions
To myself posed in the glass
Reflecting now
I stare unflinchingly
Timed by more
Than just my gaze upon the glass
I look
Then turn away
Not truly from myself
I turn
More...away
And into things I call my depths
And whether they be depths of sorrow
Depths of gratitude
Depths of reason
Or of pride
I do not know
That I will ever know
For sure
For in knowing
As in surety
I may be sure to know
Too much
Just as turning
And in changing
I may change
To turn too much
Till I have faced my back
And back again
I face my front
A shape I touched
A caged desire
Or a page forgotten
From a life I knew before
I find myself
Within myself
And form again a world
Within a world
Within a world of reason
Within a world of hope
Within a world of changing things
And in a word
In this new world
I bravely torch the one before
And part the way behind
For the new life, grown
To be more than a seed to me
More than a plant
More than a concept of a dream
But real
In it's effervescent-like delirium
As it changes me again to me
From there within the image
Within the wall
Within my bathroom
For a while.

26 April 2007
10pm