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.