Magnified Moment
one morning I saw it
watching my father shave
in his swivel mirror.
one circle showed his human face
aged grey, wrinkled, nicked skin.
then he swung it on its axis.
his face magnified
in the reverse moon,
bristles thrice their size,
pores a diamond design.
a blood river cut
through a wild sea
over his shoulder
in a ring of silver,
I saw a thousand fathers rise,
large as gods.
Sept 2002