Spring Mirror

A thousand flecks of life,
binding, swirling, forming.
Crawling from hidden places
raising up, proudly growing.

They form a mirror
into which I gaze.
The past is clearer,
no future unveiled.

Hindsight is not a golden key,
for the many horizons you can see.
Break the mirror. Go forth. Be free.


A couple of missed days. Oops.