Face Mask
by roy hayward
A kaleidoscope of eyes
on the people walking past
I search among the visages
for a look to see at last
But on each one all I see
is a version of my look
With expressions mocking me
Hiding something that they took
I glance into a window
my face is also there.
I find it in the shape of clouds
hanging in the air.
And when I stop to pet a cat
It’s my face that she wears.
Albeit with some whiskers
And quite a bit of hair
They are like masks on everyone
So that I won’t see
The unique people of the crowd
All starring out at me.
I rush on past still searching
To find a strangers gaze.
But on the poster for the show
My face peeks from the maze.
At home I have a mirror
Kept inside my place.
But reflected is a stranger
With my face upon his face.