LINDA S. SANTUCCI
(1945)
Writer; Historian; Researcher Tucson, Arizona


IN MY MIRROR


From out of the depths of sameness we go,
My Friend--

I look into my mirror, and
In my reflection I see I am childlike.
In my childhood I see me who is
Confining all ideals I see
Which bind in caring likeness.

Some are later my rejection,
But only from years of separation
Through them which are binding in me.
Tightly I hold onto them, all,
Tightly until they are loose,
My ideals which are not me.
Peering more deeply into myself,
I know as they come together in childhood,
I am bound and separated
By them which are mine.
Loosely, loosely I let go of them until
Tightly I hold them, all, which are mine.

In my reflection I see my ideals not me
From out of the depths of sameness
Take form in reverse!
In this, I set free my rejection

My friend,
As One embraces all nature, so we
From out of the depths of sameness must go.

Linda S. Santucci

(Copyright 1982, by Linda S. Schrigner aka Santucci)