Concentric
This morning Rian got lost in a rain puddle.
Wide as the concrete side walk and round as an automobile wheel, the gathered water appeared still and deep, but for the heavy rain drops that fell lazily, circles and circles spreading on mirrored glass.
Behind the spreading circles the still black reflection of reaching trees fell away.
I stood over the puddle for long minutes, eyes wide, engrossed in the perfect circles over otherwise still silver.
If I had vertigoed and staggered dizzily, I am nearly sure I might have fallen Through The Looking Glass Puddle to a cold and perfect world beyond.
Wide as the concrete side walk and round as an automobile wheel, the gathered water appeared still and deep, but for the heavy rain drops that fell lazily, circles and circles spreading on mirrored glass.
Behind the spreading circles the still black reflection of reaching trees fell away.
I stood over the puddle for long minutes, eyes wide, engrossed in the perfect circles over otherwise still silver.
If I had vertigoed and staggered dizzily, I am nearly sure I might have fallen Through The Looking Glass Puddle to a cold and perfect world beyond.
posted by La Tulipe | 4:44 PM
3 Comments:
That sounds like an almost perfect way to enter the new clone world in the BAD...
Sounds beautiful, too. *grins* Lucky you didn't mention your own reflection, or I would have called you Narcissus.
Perhaps Rian was simply not reflected...
Ghost...
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