So often, your own motives
feel vague
and in doubt,
haze of rain, there are just
so many mirrors—
flickering
puddles, glazed shop
and car windows,
and the diffident looks
of strangers streaming past
with glass eyes—
that each step away
from dry home
that you take
might finally reflect
something true,
undeniable,
which you, if only for
these few examined moments
can epitomize.
