Reflections

By Terra Wolfe

I am not the moon
                but I remember 
                                 what it is

to reflect

To watch shining happen
                        and magnify it
                                   send it out
farther than it could go 
alone

I can still feel 
       how it ripped the nourishment 
                                     from my surfaces
until nothing
could grow.

Bright things 
                   pounded into me
and left
             painful craters.

Interesting patterns
for my reflections.

I grew
           and diminished
                               in reassuring cycles.

But I am not the moon.

I have grown
                     my own flickering pattern.

And I am not cool.

 

Copyright Terra Wolfe 2006

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