When I look in a mirror, I try to compose my face so that it is at its best, but it’s a face that beyond my bathroom gets supplanted by all the more homely faces I carry out into the world. John Thornberg is a Minnesota poet, but here’s a poem of his that reflects upon all of us everywhere.
Every time I turn to peer
at my reflection in the mirror,
a cruel bargain comes in play:
the glass takes off another day
from my expected living span.
It’s vanity’s fair payment plan.
Each time I look I pay, alas.
I see already how the glass
has laced its silver in my hair,
my youth was stolen unaware.
The real me just fades away,
glance by glance, day by day,
until too late I’ll turn to see
the mirror has stolen off with me!
Poem copyright 2019 by John Thornberg, “Stolen Glances.” Poem reprinted by permission of the author. American Life in Poetry is made possible by the Poetry Foundation and the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. We do not accept unsolicited submissions.
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