REFLECTION

A reflection looks back at me
from the window.
The eyes are dreamy
and unfocused.
They collect the light
but see nothing that light can show.
A maze of thoughts and images
are caught in that gaze.
Memories bounce back and forth
against the lenses,
to be considered and considered again.
Where has the past gone,
and why?

Images remain, becoming more distinct,
but further from the truth.
But does truth about me really matter
except for the truth that defines me
in my own mind?

I used to fear that I would get
lost within.
Now I know that what is inside
really isn't that interesting.
It is just so much fluff
gathered on the way
to eventual total shutdown.
It is not the memories
that are important.
It is the now.
It is what is currently happening.
It is what I am surrounded by and immersed in
that gives meaning to life.
There is no past.
There is no tomorrow.

Jim Morgan    January 19, 2011