Mirrors

It*s like mirrors, I think, when I read this morning*s inbox offering of yesterday*s blog.  Really I only subscribe myself so I make sure other subscribers are receiving it.  This morning I read it.  Usually I just note it*s there, and delete it.  This morning I read it.  I feel a bit like Alice.

I look in the inbox.

There is yesterday*s blog entry

Which itself reflected

The day before.

It*s a mirror

Reflecting a mirror

Behind me.

It begins a seeming endless looking

Backward

Or maybe it*s forward

I can*t quite tell.

I write this today.

I know it will arrive tomorrow

In the inbox.

I will say

Oh there you were

Now

Where are you today?