I wasn't the first to enter
mother's womb,
in time it became clear
the reflection bore
my sister's eyes.
I searched for a soul
that belonged to another,
as if feeding on mystical
manifestation was possible.
Residing upon a hill in the east,
where mist from the Adirondacks
cleansed my being, I've found
a reflection hidden in trees
that bare seedlings and grow.
You can start out innocent,
but you never fully find yourself
until you complete the journey
on your own....
