On a dull day in Claremorris

About one's life people are never right nor wrong,
and there is no sunny day to heal a poor heart
flooded with rain and wind's warm indifference.
When I try to look at the picture of my course
I can rely on no footnotes, no Internet entry,
no side commentary. Hardly my bathroom mirror
is willing to show me signs, day in, day out,
of the unconventional syntagma oozing away
from my body, my face, my wide open eyes.
Many readers I have met in my travelling days,
some have taken my weary legs of the sand
and others have eaten and drunk sodas
while not looking at the close-up scene with me in the back.
You have two loves, the mirror said today, and soon will be three;
one is keeping your eyes open, the second
is gently scraping wax off your shoulders
and the third is softly pulsing in the dark, awaiting
for the right moment to break into the light.
That is all you want to have on earth, all you need
for today and for tomorrow alike.