One day a Reflection passed
my face; I thought it Mine
and upon its curves
Its intention was not Cruelty
and yet it solid stood
The air was a mirror,
a breath, a depth, a Something
I could not Grasp
and so I lay me down to sighs
One year had passed;
I knew not whence
and fumbled with the Clock;
I found it steeped
and cursed myself, a speck.
© 2012 Taunja Thomson
About the Author Taunja Thomson
This is the second year that Taunja's poetry has placed in
The Political Poetry Competition. In the past, her work has appeared in The
Cincinnati Poets’ Collective, The Cincinnati Poetry Review, and The
Licking River Review. Her poem “Seahorse and Moon” was nominated for the
Pushcart Award by the editors of The Licking River Review in 2005.
She currently lives in Cold Spring, Kentucky, with her
husband and five cats, and does volunteer work for local animal shelters.