This is just a reflection of a reflection,
nothing more
than a mirror watching
a reflection pool
as it ripples in the wind,
the lone grand path
to the statue at the end.
If we could, but
walk on water we would reach
this marble plinth
and read in its lines,
in its form,
what it means to be human;
a secret we long to learn fully.
As it is we content ourselves with this-
the reflection of a reflection.
Today the water ripples;
pushed by the winds not found yesterday,
and in each small wave
the reflection of a reflection
dances and glitters, showing us
one new piece of the plinth we long to see;
taunting us with beauty,
filling us with peace.
Each new day brings a new
reflection of a reflection
giving us hope to find the subtle meaning
and youthful grace we knew so long ago-
but that is lost to us.
We leapt for knowledge
and forgot the ways to walk on water,
so now we watch and write about
our reflection of a reflection.