Monday, February 11, 2008

Young Girl at the Mirror

I once dreamed
about me as a young girl
looking into a mirror,
almost through it,
seeing a strange side of myself.

My eyes,
drawn into a mysterious vortex,
sucking my soul
into a world of unknown--
a window of opportunity
to view a past life.

I saw a deep tunnel--
felt summoned.
By whom?
To time travel?

I did not want to be pulled
into another place or century,
afraid of no return.

Would I have taken a journey
through farm life,
talked to my ancestors,
lived like a peasant girl
in another dream?
Would I be here today?