All have a companion

Tantalus the glister
of his red wine
and shine of his
purple ripe grape

Sisyphus his boulder
sheen more than
a shiny ball as he shoves
its weight uphill
buffs his reflection

Bran’s companion’s
otherworldly island’s
before their journey
back to cow field home

Cu Chulalain tells
prophecies like mirrors

Our words are mirrors
polished to view ourselves

others polish cars
and shoes
till they can
see themselves