Poem

I turn a mirror on the world

But that leaves me just looking

At the back of a mirror

And the world

So I step to the front of the mirror

To gaze upon the world

In reflection

But my head takes up most of the space

I set the mirror

To one side

I step further again

Remembering that the angle

Of incidence equals

The angle of reflection

And stare at the world

If backwards