For any true reflection, we need stillness.
The water calms and the image clears.
The mind calms and the thoughts clear.
But we need the wind, waves, raindrops
and disturbances to know what stillness means.
That new poem you wrote about me,
is about you. Not all ars poetica.
Art of the self. Me in you.
Looking in the mirror can be dangerous.
That reversed reflection looks so damned real.