Put a mirror in the forest 

A bear is startled by her own reflection 

I check on mine every day to make sure she’s still there 

What freedom would I feel if I wasn’t tethered to the woman staring back at me? 

If I didn’t obsessively compare her to the girl I once was and the crone I will become. 

What if I too only knew the back of my hands, 

The beat of my heart

The sound of my breath

The cycles that make me sleep and eat. 

Does the bear think of herself at all?