Classic Poem

I stand in a looking glass.
A dot,
a small island.
Separate from everyone.

I know
the island's history.
The island's size.
Its waist, bust, hip.
Differently dressed in each season.
Singing birds.
A hidden fountain.
Fragrance of flowers.

I live
on my island.
Cultivate it and build it up.
And yet
I can't know
all of this island.
Can't settle on it forever.

In the looking glass I gaze
at myself — a far-off island.