Reflection

REFLECTION

In the movies someone stares

intently into a tarnished mirror 

or beside a body of water, 

and someone else is always there 

with them—a mentor with an old soul—to gently 

stir them to look harder. Slowly

something foreign materializes through 

the familiar reflection, and we 

are left to wonder if this is a trick

of the light or a momentary pull-back

of some veil or other. Pull back

enough and even the well-trod grass of the back-

yard begins to writhe with insect

life, invisible without a down-shift

of focus. So focus, and observe 

how two questions begin to emerge,

disrupting the face looking in

like bubbles from the bottom: 

Where else is life hiding, and who is here

with us—just now—whispering, deeper