I walk through some days
With the warm, heavy confidence
Of a child that’s done wrong
Or is at best confused
Seeking mother's embrace
Knowing I will be received
And encouraged to try again

Other days I am a big bright mirror
Reflecting everything and everyone
Revealing what is
With a joy that shines intensely
Filling me up
That I may be a more perfect mirror

Today I am quiet
Willing to wait
Willing to bare my soul
As an invitation
To whatever is next.