Swimmer + Reflection, Neil Jenney (1970)
Maybe it was the mask
that made me stop, turn, and pivot
in that long-ago room.
I was just passing through – on a flight out of Egypt.
Or maybe it was that color –
the teal green of rusted copper in
the shimmering broken reflection.
That far away look in his pale blue eyes –
Plunging forward in that impossibly blue sea.
I was caught between Horus and the present.
Looking forward, and not, like him –
to the side.