To Transparency

To transparency the sands of time melt
to make glass in which I find the figure
of my accustomed face, my reflection,
in that mirror, reflection reflected

I say this, I sing that, mean this and that,
a ripple makes wrinkles as time goes by,
disorientation orients me
I’m a wily guy, but no break from me

who is it that I see, might he be me,
he slips aw…