Kaleidoscopes

We are all kaleidoscopes,

cubist compositions,

the sum of our reflections

in the eyes of others.

We are as others see us.

Instant snapshots.

Time exposures.

Double exposures.

All – and none – not one but all.

Reflections in the eye

of a passerby,

reflections in the inner eye

of those who know us.

Still reflections

mirrored images

cubist compositions.

Do we exist without these others?

Who am I if not the reflection of myself

as seen by you

and you the reflection

of yourself as seen by me?