Based on a detail from a snatched photo in a cafe. For a time I had an obsession with pictures like this, two heads rarely looking directly at each other. Some times they were the same person, sometimes, as in this one, a transient arrangement of shapes.
I linked some of them to this poem by Derek Walcott
Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
And say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.