Uncertain Mirrors

It is only in the still waters
that reflections become true.

And so you stop, often,
pause long enough

to remind yourself
who you are.

About this poem

The world stays busy telling us who we are, or who we should be. It is only in the pause that we can let the waters settle and see for ourselves. That pause is our power, your defiance, our only chance to be what we were made to be.

Or a poem about still waters. Poetry is never about one thing.

The photograph was taken in Venice.

Be well. Travel wisely,

Tom