Watching my reflection in the pond, I’m struck by the emptiness.
The cold stare of the water, the solitude, the loneliness.
Just a two dimensional image with nonexistent form.
An odd absence of sparkle, appearing forlorn.
The eyes seem soulless as they stare back at me;
No doubt due to the water’s lack of real humanity.
What should be teaming with life, is betraying none.
No warmth beneath the surface, no light save the distant sun.
I touch the face and the ripples envelop me;
An ever cascading distortion of reality.
My hand in deeper, I watch for reaction.
With each passing moment, I see the refraction.
Then to my surprise I stand without sound!
I’m staring at myself as if from the ground!
My reflection slowly turns and begins to retreat.
I want to call after, but I cannot speak.
I don’t understand, how can this be?!
Unless I am the pond and he is like me.
*written/posted in 2012, when I first attempted writing…that’s my excuse