Pan is a mirror.
Our reflections wait for answers
to questions as yet unasked,
only now comes the reckoning.
Do you see a life well lived?
Tally the score of dreams fulfilled,
good deeds done, loves requited,
Tally, too, the debts and demerits,
the regrets that lie heavy in your bones
and in your heart.
Time is slipping by.
Are there things left undone? Unsaid?
Will you be ready, if you are called?
When you are called?
Don’t fear the glass.
She’s trying to tell you something.
Published in Headline Poetry & Press, April 2020