Puddle

A silver mirror

or muddy own?

Either way,

on a still day

you reflect the world above

and yet, do you?

When you shimmer in the breeze,

or a being has disturbed your slumber,

do you truly reflect

or represent

a different world?

If I put my face to you

and lowered through

your tensile surface,

would I see a reflection

of other possibilities,

other places and times?

Reflections have such power:

a picture fed back,

though back to front;

showing a different view point.

Even ripples cause new

angles and reasons to look.

Do you hold mysteries

of reflective worlds,

or would I

simply get a wet face?