Dawning Creations

The world reflecting back to me
is distorted and upside down.
Looking into this puddle has me thinking.
It is as the world truly is.
The possibility of this-
It calms me in a fashion I can’t elaborate on.

Lately, I find that I like this puddle world.
It makes sense to me.
Things here-outside, don’t make sense,
not to me.

We’re all given time.
We’re all given places to be.
We’re all pulled in fifty directions,
tugged by multiple arms,
leaving a mangled, struggling body.

Ours.
MINE.

This world is beautiful,
and has it’s many perks.
But we, even though we truly are free,
we’re trapped by the lockdown of firm “reality”,
concrete measurements-schedules-obligations.
Straightforward and cut and dry living this is.

This upside down reflection
shows the reality of life these days.
Going and going until you’re spinning on the ceiling.
Your feet are glued to the roof
and the rest of you is on the floor,
crawling to attach to your feet once more.

But in the reflection, things are curved.
The rules must bend; the structures must sway.
The trees are tilting sideways and the buildings
are brick but slanted and rounded.
Could there be a difference?

It comforts me to know
that this puddle seemingly expressed how I feel.
I guess this wasn’t so impossible to elaborate on,
even if this makes no sense.

Even if this makes no sense,
I’m grateful to set these thoughts free.