For my friend on the occasion of her wedding.
What I know of mirrors
is their imperfection,
their imbalance of mathematics:
one reflects one, & we imagine
this is wholeness & we believe
we know ourselves--
yet you know better,
have known for years
carefully counted, a truth
kept hidden, safe & sacred:
love reflects what mirrors miss,
self known only by being known,
by letting another in to
tell us what they see.