REFLECTION

I asked my reflection what his name was

I wondered if he could see the way

But he didn’t respond

Just kept staring at the pond

His mouth forming every word that I say


I asked my reflection for an answer

To the questions that I would never say

But he didn’t respond

His face stayed in the pond

And I pondered “Is it worth throwing away?”


I asked my reflection for a meaning

A reason to stay here day by day

But he didn’t respond

So I lay down in the pond

And he watched a lifeless corpse float away


I asked my reflection what was happening

A light shown all around, a beaming ray

But he didn’t respond

As he rose out of the pond

And in this barren space with me he lay

Owl

in the dark, soft feathers

small head, large eyes

turning

who?

who?

and I sit, thinking

who?

this unending question of existence

echoed by all of nature

who?

and as I sit

I am submerged

into the dark

into the soft “who?”

and when I come up

I am alone

but fulfilled

peacefully contemplating

who?

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