There I Am … Am I There
Look in the mirror
What do I see?
A reflection of my light image
Streaming back to me
As I reflect on my reflection
I think of my present
Greeting my past
And my past, light-speed fast
Sends its bookend reply
Before I can even blink an eye
Having stretched the stream
Into a long, thin line
Found it is simply the reflection
Of a me from previous time
I leaned in to take a closer look
And, like reflections, gave as much as I took
For Rook is Hoke and Hoke is Rook
Such as reflected throughout this book
