For Ashley Berger
An old photograph of my self
Wearing a younger face,
A face I no longer recognize.
Who is that stranger
There beneath the skin
Staring out from in my eyes?
The self inside looks for sign
Of who it once was when
It was smiling in that face.
This is a slippery fish
To think about: my self now
Standing in an other self's place.
Where is the self that once was I?
When was it born? And did it die?
My minds are now both filled with doubt.
You are staring at me inside the mirror,
Is it me now looking in? Am I you or
Am I the one now looking out?
