Stone, Mirror And Mist Poem by Gregory Huyette

Stone, mirror and mist;
All enrapture me.
I can’t resist
Time’s trinity.

As I try in the mirror
To change the stone,
Mist draws nearer
Till I can’t see on my own.

Then I turn my attention
To the mirror at hand;
Stone in mind, but not mention;
Mist shifting like sand.

I battle the mirror.
There can be only one.
When image is clearer
I’ll know I have won.

Only then will mist clear.
Stone will have no say.
A bygone will be fear
And I’ll be on my way.