Reflections

I saw it clear—
a moment, a memory, a truth,
but the water shifted.
Ripples stretched the edges,
softened the sharpness,
bent what was into what is.

A whisper of what happened,
almost the same—
but not quite.

Was it light or longing
that changed the angles?
Did time smooth the edges,
or did I?

I tell the story again,
but this time, the colors are softer,
edges blurred like dusk melting into night.

I reach to touch it,
but the surface moves again,
It is never still.
It shifts, bends,
becomes something else—
not a lie, not the truth,
but something in between.

Reflections 24X12 Acrylic on Canvas