I’m passing on the pavement and
through the shop window I watch
a barber and his customer both
transfixed gazing into a mirror
The barber’s head is slightly higher
than his customer who is seated
but he’s bending his head to fit
inside the framed reflection
The freshly trimmed beard, shaved
back and sides, all his own work
the customer galvanised by
his own image mirrored back
two men transformed
That moment when a new haircut
is briefly life changing for both cutter
and customer and then it’s gone
and I’m gone along Jackson Street
to catch my bus, head down, into
the wind, carrying this image with me
this perfect moment, cutter and
customer locked in mutual admiration
all our hopes on a haircut
a curious half hour 
Kia ora Maggie – thanks and brilliant as always. Love ‘all the hopes on a haircut’ – exactly what we do. And ‘briefly lifechanging’ and ‘then it’s gone’. You know how to capture us so well :).
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Kia ora, Trish. Thank you!! xx
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Kia ora Maggie,
I’ve just read your poem and can totally relate to the feeling expressed – since I have just come back from a hairdresser’s appointment 🙂
That moment when the cut and the blow wave are just perfect …
Thanks for catching that feeling
Susanne
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Lovely to hear from you, Susanne
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That was a charming moment. Thanks for sharing,as they say.
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Love that you stopped by to comment, Rachel.
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