Reflections

I had a dream there were no mirrors. 

I was locked in a house and there were no mirrors on the walls, no mirrors on the doors, no people to see me.

I couldn’t see my reflection. I had no one to reflect me back to me.

How will I know who I am if I can’t see my own reflection?

I looked behind curtains and under linens and towels, but I couldn’t find any mirrors.

I looked out of the windows for my reflection in the sky, in the clouds, in others faces.

Nothing. 

I watched the sky’s sacred space for hours.

Nothing.

I figured out how to make my own mirror.

I poured water in a glass bowl.  Then, I could see my reflection.

I know who I am.  

I see. 

I see me.