Is this me?

Hair laid over one eye,

Looking, but not looking.

Am I Narcissus or

The discoverer of a new

World? Blue, Brown, cream, pink.

The pigmentary fragments

Of an image I recognize

As a fateful friend I never knew.

Adjustments and lighting

Obscure and reveal further,

Shifting shade and light to be

Fragonard, Seurat, or Caravaggio.

A four-cornered figment,

A phantom outside of time,

Outside myself.