Mirror

A puddle sweeps me into infinity.

Upside-down trees, the sky at my feet; cardinal directions multiply and lose their sense in the abyss. This must be where the word “reflection” comes from: flip something on its head and a fresh perspective appears.

A child came and threw a rock in the water, shattering the stillness.

Is life ever as it seems? Our world has us swimming in illusions — multiple truths coalesce in vague, unresolved fragments that leave much to the imagination.

I wait as the mirror slowly returns, reminded of the deep, hidden forces that balance the Earth between poles of stagnation and chaos.