As I searched for a topic for today’s poem, I came across this gem:
“Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you’re just a reflection of him?” ~Bill Waterson
Puddles gather along the walk
To mock the pedestrians, reflecting
Distorted images of who they think they are.
People rush on. No time to talk.
Talk is cheap. What counts is action.
Hurry or we’ll be late for the meeting.
No time to notice what the puddle is showing.
Don’t need another distraction.
Distraction, though, is what we need
To prevent making the distortion real.
Quivering, wrinkling, and evaporating…
Becoming nothing. Never freed.
Freed from slavery that muddles
Our idea of what’s really important.
Slow down, look around, and take the time to notice
Lessons we can learn from puddles.