I must confess.
I’ve been using you, sometimes.
I let you walk about the world
Flashing back so much in my rear view mirror.
I look and find you just so irritating.
You talk too loud.
You wear odd clothes.
You misuse your money.
You drive like a monster.
How can you stand to eat that food?
You never organize or clean the way you should.
How can you have things so wrong?
And then, in that rear view mirror
I catch a glimpse of something else.
Whose eyes are those I see?
I am afraid I have to confess.
I am seeing my own eyes in that mirror
That shows me so much of you.
You have just been a mirror reflecting back on me.
It was not your voice but my ears.
Not your clothes but my distaste.
Not your money but my control.
Not how you move through the world
But my judgment.
Not what you eat but what I am willing to nourish.
Not how clean you are but my own sense of worth.
Not at all that you get things wrong
But how twisted my sense of right.
Before I look at you, again,
I’m going to start by looking
Into those eyes of mine
And see what I can do to
Change my view.
“Not how you move through the world, but my judgement”
Such powerful words in your poem, Bob, and so relevant to my life.