mirrors reflect those that are hidden.
Shadows walk and talk with me,
but never hide me in the darkness.
whether there is snow on the ground,
wind in the air,
or water in a reservoir,
I'm surrounded by reflections.
And no matter how hard I try
to see both high and low,
front and back,
or side to side,
I know that all is just a reflection,
and that one day those reflections
will be stretched into just the highs,
or maybe just the lows,
the in between.