Just another flower reflected in this pool,
I wonder whether what I see is what I know.
Of course this eye through which this vision
comes to me is more than the corporeal lens
gazing so obsessively across the surface sheen
of this darkly-wooded pond I am complicit with.
Too Simple? Too Platonic? My roots are entertwined
with all the various flora surrounding me.
So yes, I am who I am and what I see,
and what I see is determined solely by me;
yet, from this mulch we grow and return
so all that I am is as much as you,
each of us just a reflection and refraction of the other,
just another flower bent over the surface of the pool.
(July 2010)
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