As Adam Is Narcissus Poem by Jaime Jesus Borlagdan

In love only on still waters
I turned away from my face:

Round in my eyes is a world.
Without the water, I have reflected myself

into this: You. But wrong!
for Reflection, I have neither your shapes

Nor your control
Inexact Copy, how is this so?

The thunders ripen the rain.
And they are ripe.

Then, You are the falling that rippled my pond
shattering my Other into spheres:

A sudden butterfly shooting from the gray garden
turning my head towards a yellow trail of light

From my vain mirror, away
Had my forgotten face in revenge, turned away in return?

Or resumed loving even in unrequited pain?
Only the frogs knew

Which later, when the Great Voice yawned
all dived to bury their warts into the water.