Transfixed

Caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and had to stay awhile. My husband made a comment about it this morning, but I paid no mind through the fog. Yet now I'm transfixed. Shooting out in all directions, my hair, dried and brittle from medications, crazed punk stripes of skin showing through, wild. Clear expression of state within. Amazing. I touch it; wispy, transparent. I'll remember this look forever. A snap shot of presence. I'll keep it for a while, watch my shadow on the grass.