the light-stepped girl

the light-stepped girl 

standing bare before the mirror

slowly comes to realize 

that the child is a woman is a child. 

it is winter, the light is low, almost warm.

this person is between herself,

recognizable, as if she were in line

with her past and her future. 

for now she is a child-woman, 

a little scared, a little proud, a little cold.

wonderland

i step through the mirror 

to find you waiting 

as if it were any other saturday night. 

we are young, no more than children,

though there is little childishness 

in the way you kiss, and tease, 

and turn your head 

to look in the mirror.