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The Bathroom MirrorIntrospection can come at any time. For me, the morning shower begins the new day, yesterday’s tomorrow. In that private moment, when you’re naked in the world and cleansed of yesterday, renewal begins.
In the bathroom mirror stands a naked man
Fresh from a morning shower,
Drops of water still glistening on his shoulder
Waiting for the towel at his side.
The corners of his lips curl upward in a grin
While a hand comes forward with index finger pointed at the reflection
A gentle voice within says, “I like you!”
Interrupting the silence meant only for one.
The gesture imparts a feeling good enough to bear repeating
So, again he says, “I like you!”
The emphasis on “like” has greater intensity and
The reflection seems more sincere the second time around.
It is gratifying to know that the first person you meet in the morning has a warm feeling for you
And a willingness to accept you just the way you are,
Knowing everything that’s come before.