It is a mirror

It is a mirror

This still water

Divert your eyes

Lest you see

The inversion

That other you

Nobody sees

Until you let them

The surface is motionless

No wind to ripple its demeanour

No current

To disturb its innocence

It is a shallow pool

A bottomless lake

Both are possible

Without verification

There is always

Uncertainty

Wait for it

To dissipate

In a welter of droplets

Surface tension

Released

Liquid particles

Separated

Discharging the notion

Of solidity

Even before the

Gravity of fall

Is known

When will it end

Perhaps there is no answer

No end to its depth

It is both

And

It is neither

I would ask the cat

If I could

It is locked in a box

Or so I am told

It might be

Only the space

Between

This and that

Exists.