Reflecting Pool

Here after the rain
sky pools at my feet.
Surfaces wet turn glass
slick and chromatic.

I stand in water and sky.
Here I am myself
upside down a repeat
through prisms of light.

Do you see me?
A thin tissue of humanity
mounted on a slide
as light passes through me?

I am no more than the pulse
against your retina
waves crashing against cones
inside your eye
shadow of a doppelganger
the patina of life on wet pavement
turned reflecting pool.

I stand in water and sky
shimmering in refracted light.

I am as real as the stamp
of clouds and concrete
on a mirrored street
a damp sidewalk
as substantial
as a city’s dream.