My Face

Why is my face doing things
behind . . .
                  (I almost said
my back! )
I glanced at my reflection
as I passed a window
                  and there I was
the corners of mouth down.

And I was enjoying myself
moving to a tune in my head
hardly aware of my breath.

Whether it’s gravitas
or gravity
that’s pulling me   
pulling me down toward the earth,
nudge me, will you,
if you see me like that,
remind me to smile.