Day 353: Reflecting Pool
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this journey seems to have led
to some strange dead end
where a reflecting pool greets me
and is clear.
there is no shape of me
to recognize
so i wonder if i’m the water, itself
gone
and waving away.
would it have been more spectacular
if i had caused a flood
or parched the land with drought?
would i then have been able to show
i had changed?
but how do you quantify
the new drops caught –
like rain in a barrel and filling –
while the seams of me
seeped out
the rest.
though i may not seem
more full
or more empty
the contents of me
have been stirred.
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