When you see you,
What do you see?
That’s what I wonder,
What looks like me?

When I look at the mirror
Who could it be
Looking back at me –
Looking for me?

Not in the mirror
Or on the TV.
Lots of people
But none looking like me.

I think I saw me,
I think I did,
In a lightning flash,
But then it hid.

And once again
In the drowning dark
In the toothsome gleam
Of a hunting shark.

Other times,
Deep in the woods,
I see myself
In apple flower buds.

As well as when
The silence rings
With fierce bird song –
I’m seen when birds sing.

I like my look,
These bits I see,
In hidden pieces
That look like me.