Reflections
This mirror reflects my image,
or does it reflect my mind?
Maybe my mind reflects this mirror
or is it just all one combined?
Forget the mirror. There, it is gone.
Instead, through a window, I look out.
Light cast my twin shadow below
Or does the shadow project me about?
I move, stepping into a clouded puddle
There, my figure vanishes into ripples - wet.
The clearest simile of me as of yet
Between my feet, a twisted grey silhouette.
Perhaps, I am an echo from these ripples
vibrations from another’s distant dream
or a surreal vision blending fantasy with reality,
into a place where nothing is as it seems.