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!)