Reflect

I peer at the glass,
struggling
to make out the image.

Trying to discern
the shape
of the face
staring back at me.

 A face so familiar
and yet indistinct.
The lines
won’t settle
as they should.
Shifting and moving
in spite of my gaze.

The image blurs
as my stare
intensifies.
My eyes
watering
under the strain.

I am obscured
and despite
my effort
I can not
make myself
appear.

Then
a shard of sunlight
hits the glass.

The haze
lifts.

I see
my familiar
face
reflected
back at me.

Brilliant
in its
clarity.