In collaboration, Milt Friedly responded to Scott Cairns poem, Late Reflection with his work, The Enigmatic Self. Cairns posed the big question, What am I doing here? His work, Late Reflection is layered with imagery of self-examination using the hand and mirror as metaphor.
How very like a mirror the hand held spread before the face, how nearly like a mask. Id thought I might attend
that very hand, and by so doing front the latent image of a self akin, for instance, to likeness
of the One whose famed, allegéd Trinity obtains without confusion (thats the story) even if, just now,
were all Id say sufficiently confused. The morning brought along its now familiar truck of dim accoutrement,
and still the expectations flourished quite beyond what had until that moment come to pass for sense. The mirror
(that same spread hand?) proved first to grouse. Our slow (which is to say, our tedious) interrogation has so far led
to very little, frankly, save a common recapitulation of a chronic ache. To what degree,
one wonders, might a given hand partake in shaping what has yet to come? Supposing one survives
the present tensions, how might one account for how the future finds its face, and its unwieldy shape?
The evidence alone is not compelling of a hopeful disposition. Still, one tends
to lean ahead, regardless, asking Who am I now? What am I doing here? Whatdo you supposewill I become?