Monday Mimisms ~ Sometimes Life Is Tangled

If who we perceive ourselves to be
is the opposite of who we really are
then mirrors don't lie

we
 do




somewhere under this hat

I am most profoundly happy

beneath bridges and waters and moons

shade made from stitches

and saltwet fear

I've fallen into the brightness of dawn

to discover that no one on God's green shoreline knows

who I am

 it had nothing to do with where I was
or who I loved
 it had everything to do
with how

 and only I

and this hat

know how many lies the mirror told

I'd like to find a nice long mimosa tree
 and stretch out for the bodacious unwinding of a mile-high story or three
somewhere on stable dry land
I'm long overdue for a college-ruled adventure with my trusty No. 2
there's no telling what the untelling will do

because I know her like the back of that brim you see

   and I wouldn't trade one thousand mimosas

or ten miles of glassy shore   for that  

  Photography Mimi Lenox