Sometimes I take my notebook

and pen with me

as I walk along the street ready

to write down a random thought

before it gets away

and then I see

my fellow walkers

each with pen and notebook

and I see myself multiplied

and then I think of Orson Welles

and his Director eye

when Citizen Kane walks past

a multiple reflection of himself

I reach out my hand

and my mirror shatters

and I step into the world but

if this is the real world

what world was I in before?