Moonlight cold
and untouchable
like mercury
cascades through
an open window
to the mirror.
Who is staring at me
in the glass
with my own eyes?
How many years
I evaded
their gaze
favoring the darkest,
obscurest waters,
rain-muddled rivers,
the cracking
windowpanes
of fractured sleep.
I heard my footsteps
as though they were
another’s
haunting me no end
in dreams
where I’m lost
in a labyrinth,
chased through sleep
in frenzied circles.
Now the moon wells up—
silvery rivulets
in the mirror.
The stranger emerges
over and over
out of the glass.