there are times when I truly believe
that I have always known who you are
your tastes, your desires, your dreams
a triangle of colours
the person whose refection I see
in square window panes and puddles
and in the hearts of those I love
but the truth is that you, my dear
you are ephemeral and forever renewing
as fresh as the first raindrop of spring
a shadow that doesn’t fit
as old as you’ve ever been
or the concave of a spoon
a self-portrait drawn with invisible ink
direct like an arrow
a beautiful paradox
with more sides than a dodecahedron.
© Stacie Lee Bennett-Worth, 2019
