by Gay Reiser Cannon
(Port Aransas, TX)
From the dark-silvered mirror
My face reflected by
The stained light of a choir loft.
In a lacy chapel veil.
Pretending a wimple
I beheld piercing eyes
That preached responsibility.
I saw a Mother Superior there
Learning and making rules her order
And that moment, against myself, I rebelled.
Balancing carefully
Each choice its own precipice
I dared nature, faith and fate.
With every glance in that mirror
I decided to break the rules.
© Gay Reiser Cannon All Rights Reserved
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