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