Re Reflection

I rip the plastic,
Slide out
A transparent stick of rock,
Black vein running through it:
A virgin pen.

The page is blank as I,
A white sea
Where my apology should be.

The shadow of my hand,
Silhouette of land,
Unfocused as my mind
Above the bridge, the point
The nib. The nub
Of the matter -

So easy:
A note on the fridge door,
A scrabble score;
But not this.

I remember what you wrote
On the computer screen.
Will I ever learn to go
Beyond my own reflection?
By the time this ink's worked out
Will I have learned to think
Before I write?