Reflections
For thirst I went to wet my lips
And knelt down by a stream,
My reflection stared back at me
'Twas like a waking dream.
I looked myself in the eye
As it did the same,
Who was who, which was what
Confusion was the game.
Was I kneeling, looking down
Or was I drowning looking up,
I cupped my hands, broke the spell
And hurriedly I supped.
I gathered myself up to leave
As the ripples coalesced,
My reflection began to reappear
Swiftly then, I left.
Entry for
STRAND SELECT 9 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
12/1/2020. Placed=2nd.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2020
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