Mirror
I must fix what is broken
I must apologize for what was said
I must pray when told to do so
I must feign appropriate behavior
I must genuflect at the appearance of
your chosen one
 
the mirror image tells me
all of this is wrong
 
memory reminds me
a skunk lived under a storage shed
cumulous clouds paced an August sky
days were small miracles, untended
upended by even smaller epiphanies
I walked loosely without pretension
lost but happy, unable to pretend
blended into landscapes you can never see
appropriate, unfeigned, signed with a flourish
[RK, 12/7/2020]