Reflection,
Of what is there,
Or of what you wish?
Showing you what’s real,
Or showing you what could be?
Does it show just the current,
Or is the past seen, too?
Can it go beyond the physical,
Or are emotions beyond its grasp?
Is it solid, smooth, easy to reach,
Or does the cold glass leave you fragile?
Is the pool quiet, still, at peace,
Or do ripples tear it all away?
What do you see, that’s there?
What do you want, that’s not?
Either way, just hesitate, or blink,
And it will all be different.
