Me on my way out of town. Photo by Anastasia Koros
Tonight as I gazed into
My mirrored eyes
I saw in my reflection
The shape of my skull
Beneath the flesh, and
I saw the pattern
Of my life, and
Perceived the rhythm
Underlying the flow
Of my days.
Perhaps I have gained
A newer perspective
As the years have passed by
Or perhaps I have simply
Learned to recognize
The threads of the patterns,
But whichever way the truth lies
I will follow to the very end.
Deep in the night
The church bell tolls and
Someday it will toll for me
