My Tank Was Drained, and I Looked Around

My tank was drained, and I looked around,
I only saw another sibling,
Who looked like me, except I was
No longer me; I was scribbling,

I’d forgotten how to sign
My name. I was an image in
A mirror, and there were a thousand
Mirrors, every man with a grin

Is a king, I looked and saw
A dust devil filled with scraps
Of magazines and album covers,
I lost my topographic maps,

Where was the mountain, was
There even such a thing? Attach
A cam to a mountain and trust,
Yearn to be like them, to match

Their yearning. Do not collapse when
You see the spread of invasive plants
Rolling across Massachusetts, creating
A surface scent of false romance.