So often artists have painted a woman
washing, or combing her hair.
And nearby is a mirror.
And there you were, crouched in the tub.
It was cold in the apartment.
It is always cold in winter.
But you were brushing out your hair
and singing to yourself.
And, for a moment, I think I saw
what those artists saw-
someone half in love with herself
and half in love with the world.
The author’s work can be found in the volume, Bijoux in the Dark.
Think about how the poem made you feel. Have you personally found that healthy balance between self-love and self-obsession?
May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.