Cloudy Mirrors

Mirrors,
all around me,
there are mirrors.
Rear-view mirrors portray haunting memories
of what was, side-view mirrors
reveal with naked honesty what is yet to come.
I reject the overcautious claim
"objects may be closer than they appear."
I can measure distance
with the tape measure of love
that stretches from my heart
across vast expanses
and winds back to me
with a furious snap.
I am jarred and confused,
stunned and bewildered...
You stand over there in fields of denial
vacantly watching the world go by.
By and by, the clouds take shape -
horses trot, skiers careen over
cumulus jumps, and knots
are tied -
knitting together our fragile atmosphere.
I realize that, like the clouds, I have changed form.
Storms of passion, drizzle of depression,
swirling tempests of the winds of transformation,
and the sun that shines boldly to illumine
for all to see
who I can be.