The events of my life mirror themselves

On the water of the static river.

No water flows.

When I look at the whole picture

And reflect upon my arrival at this point,

Images aren’t what they seem,

Appearing to encompass my entire life.

When I try to fit them into reality,

These non-superimposable, seeming-only memories

Of what I once believed was true break

As the water begins to churn,

To distort all that was once clear.

Nothing is understandable now,

But I glimpse truth in the confusion.

All I once envisioned was nothing

More than inverted reflections of reality.

I am no more than a ripple in the river.

–written in 2000

(I return with a new poem every Tuesday!)