Reflection

...on spending time with yourself in solitude

Love After Love (by Derek Walcott)
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

This poem reflects the aftermath of a breakup.  That said, to me it is true even if there has been no break-up.....merely some time, some space to say hello to yourself.....to embrace your week at home, alone.
spoiler alert: the car's bumper was like a funhouse mirror.  I am neither that skinny, nor that tall.