There’s A World Where My Head Ought Be

One day it hit me, 

I’ll never see my face.

A simple truth, in which, once understood
such freedom I found.
Of course, I’ll see it reflected,
perhaps in a mirror
or maybe a pond.
A handsome sight, sure
but that’s not my face
just a play of light.

I see my face
reflected in the back window
    of a Kia Sportage
because at the time
I believe it to be empty.
On closer inspection
a lady sits inside.
She rolls down her window
“Are you right?” she asks.
“Just checking I have a face”
I reply.
She smiles
and in seeing her face
I feel reassured,
as if it reflects my own
With recognition, I acknowledge
her growing smile
her two eyes, two ears
her two noses.
“Wait, what?”
I blurt out.“What’s wrong”
I gesture first to one then the second.
“Oh that” she begins
“Once I smelt a rose so beautiful”.
She continued
“I recognised in it a beauty like no other
and upon thanking it,
the rose granted me a wish
and all I could think to wish for
was one more nose,
so when next I meet a similar rose
I can enjoy its scent
twice the same”.
The light turns green
And off she drives.

All of a sudden
I forget my face,
now atop my shoulders
where a face should be,
is an entire world
I’d like to enjoy,
starting with a scented rose.