Reflection

This is next poem after The Window. I write in September. It is about my reflection. I hope you like.

Reflection

Through my window
like in a pool
or on the other side of time
I see my reflection.
What does reflection see?
She sees me
a prisoner in a cell
of my own reality.
While she is free
to ride the wind
and touch the stars.
And when I turn away
I wonder
is she still there?
Is she still watching me?
yulico yulico
70+, F
Dec 12, 2012