Hazy Perceptions Poem by Lena Svetlana Adler

You can look only so far into the puddles of rainwater
Before you see murky, brown clouds swirling around,
Mixing an illusion of life. Ripples float across the surface,
Moving the water in every direction,
Transforming it into a strange land. Shadows play from above,
Changing their shape as the wind blows-
And drift over the water until they disappear. Bubbles rise from below,
Distorting barely visible forms lying beneath the depths
Until they become obscured into one. Who can even try to see past the blur
And continue wondering what's behind it,
Without staring at their own reflection?