On Reflection
MATTHEW HERBERT
Even then i must have known
Felt the stretch of skin on bone
As then
I stared
For too long at my own
On reflection
Only when my hands went numb
Failing cells of each begun
To touch
And spin
Like lines around the sun
On reflection
So tonight i sit and wait
Hear the sounds of life grow late
And look
Through the ice
Of an ever older me
On reflection