Sometimes I see the world through its reflections
in the murky puddles on the ground
in wayward mirrors casting distortions
or even shadows jumping from behind.
Sometimes I see the world in true proportions
Without any of the crazy contortions
And when I do
—although it’s rare—
I pause to take a snapshot with my eyes
Relish the moment of that rare exception
so I’ll remember it
even when the world subsides.
The Blue Journal 