Reflection

A Poem

I spoke to my reflection as a friend and knew all to well, the changes I would find; would it wait until dawn? Would the dreams we shared still be there tomorrow? He laughed, as if he knew more than I.

I waited without hope of an honest reply, for it seldom came, not in such moments, not without much regret.

But I waited. I stood still, water flowing through my fingers, cold and alive. Awakening memories of pools and waves crashing along a sandy beach.

Children crying in delight. parents lamenting sunburn and heat rash and torments in a life gone astray, “where is the sun tan lotion, Hon?”

I listened and heard my own children crying out and a wife laughing from afar, knowing them, as I always wanted to.

Have you thought about it long enough now, I asked? But still no reply just a smile, as if he knew more than I.