Self Portrait with Straw Hat

Some days I question my own existence.
Hours I spend, interrogating every surface
and every colour reflected on my flesh.
I weigh and measure the correct
transparency of pigment, oil or thinner
to capture today’s face.
Some days I gaze too long into my eyes
and forget what I am doing here.
Some days I stare myself down
and commit myself to posterity.
Here are my days, stacked up
and drying in the rack.