POEM - I Know I Am Here

I see me every morning
as the setting moon of my face
stares backwards through the mirror

I see the refracted spheres of me
as the water ripples sloshing
in the bottom of a bucket

I see myself in rain gathered gutters
the passing cast of my existence
skipping across the road in puddled steps

I see as mine these holographed echoes
in dormer windows, glazed arches, car windscreens
the floating glare in darkened shopfronts.

I see that I am multifaceted, glimpsed
through countless distorted reflections
conforming to the shapely curve of any surface

I see how I appear in wide angles 
via the sentient lens of borrowed eyes
and their psycho-gothic projections

I know I am here, only fleetingly
caught in the gossamer light weft
of my own story and weaving

Written by Stephen Lumb -September 2025