Me and Mirrors

My mirror reflects mostly me
and some friend or loves at my side;
it does not decipher our minds
nor give a whit about love nor fear.
It is not an effective radio of glee.

When I hold hands out to a friend
it does not reflect merely what I see
but is often an offer of some magnitude
a breath of an enclosed world into space,
a life that is resolved and wide-open.
I always hope that someone finds me.