Reflections on Reflecting

 

That is me, at the table.

Alone in a dining room,

Used plate & dirty cutlery.

Across the room a window,

Darkly reflecting the candle

In front of me.

 

It flutters when I breathe,

I do not see my own reflection,

Only the effect on fire.

A brief moment in time.

 

I wonder, looking at the darkness,

The flame, which one is real.

 

 

copyright JD Marx 2013