What do you see in a mirror? Read this poem about a woman who looks into a mirror that shows her more than her own reflection.

The poem Mirror talks about the terrible difficulty of facing the truth-especially the inevitable process of ageing. The woman sees herself morph into an older woman and she has perhaps realised that she cannot remain young forever. The Mirror is a reflection of truth and deception between which the woman is caught.

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful-
The eye of a little god, four cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.​​​​​​
​​​I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.