reflection

the art of seeing a blurry representation of who you are,
an image bounced off another surface.

"what are you doing," they asked without saying anything.

"i get mesmerized by reflections," i said sheepishly,
returning to snap another one or two.

is that a poetic fascination?
to want to look inward
in words and it's
sometimes
somewhat
awkward
and yet
beta
band
blues
blend
within
walls
of
i-
mages
(magi)
may i?
some-
times.

or is it
strictly
human,
as in
apparent
in all of us?

blurred
together
light waves
bend and belong
together but seem so
far apart they wave
and appear to
be in two
places
at
once