As I traverse the borders of insecurity,
between states of poise and hostility,
I stare at my reflection and wonder
what it would take to make it change.
Is it the way the water is flowing,
that I can stare so deeply at it and yet
feel so inclined to turn away—
split seconds are hard at work,
preventing me from recognizing
the thousand words the picture is worth—
until, upon a moment of chance,
I pick out the most important of them all.
[Love]
is the only thing in the reflection worth seeing.
[It]
means more than the reflection is worth meaning.
And yet,
I stare at my reflection and wonder
what it would take to make it change.