
Beneath the Glass Street
Staring at my reflection
on a paved road
newly wet with a layer
of crystal clear rain.
The invisible street below
shows another blue sky,
I stand staring
at another me.
Our feet connected
by the deceptive power
of a gravity connecting us,
but we both stand beneath
different identical skies.
Me in every apparent way,
she stares back with my eyes
and my curious expression.
But what will she do
when I’m not looking?
What will happen
when I am not standing
on the mirror to control her?
Will she let her reflection
dominate her?
Will she be a mere
shadow of her potential?
Will she be me?
Or does there lie
a reality beneath the glass street
where this girl
does not second-guess
her choices
and always
makes the best ones?
Is there another me
living another life
that is happier simply
because she chooses to be?
Is there a girl
who is confident
and fearless
who makes the most of
every moment?
If there is,
when she stares back
through our everlasting barrier,
when will she recognize me?