Lopsided

I have, of late, become uneven

Physically, I think

There’s disparity in the way I move

My arms, the way I 

Smile, the way I blink

I’m lopsided, 

Non-perpendicular

An asymmetrical reponse

To matters regular and peculiar

I peer into mirrors

Pestering them to reveal

The nature of the imbalance I perceive

And they would know, 

Mirrors

Being, by nature, creatures of

Exacting synchronicity

But when I twist 

And flux 

And stretch

Hoping to catch 

A vagary in performance

In the version of myself the glass reflects

The mirror fails to report

Any such infraction

Right is left

And left is right

If there’s a difference,
I can’t catch one

Except, perhaps

A growing schism

Between the fractured lines 

Of the old man’s face reflected

And the younger looks

And brighter eyes

My foolish, naive heart

Expected