Reflections

we are being who
learn from each other
constantly

mirroring
echoing
copying.

Reflecting back what we see,
drops
into still ponds

ripples
crossing
rebounding
multiplying and
canceling each other out.


Tiger, tiger, burning bright
in the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry

~Piercy Bysse Shelley