I am the moon’s reflection
In a murky night puddle
Do I not want to flit among the fireflies?
But I am not the moon
(Though I could be)
Only its flattened image;
Here comes a shoe
Sending ripples through my body.
The pearl-hued moonlight
Is not mine to claim
Do not illuminate.
All I have is borrowed glow
From the eternal sheen of my parent.
This murky puddle, and others like it
Are all I’ve ever known
Others like me trapped inside but
Do they know?
Do they know they’re trapped in a two-dimensional prison
While a whole other world lies outside,
Do they know their existence
Forms a sliver of reality?
This little puddle has been my world
The far off moonlit road on water the only road I know
But even that is two-dimensional.
And I am just the moon’s reflection
Defined by the one who made me
I don’t have my own name
But I have tried.
I have tried to break free
Of the shackles that bind me to this tiny lake
And be a spot of light flying about the night
Like the fireflies, the fireflies
They chuckle and flicker about the 3-D world
They don’t give a second thought to
The world I yearn for a taste of
The world I long to be loose in
(When you see those ripples without a wind,
The world that will cast away
My past of being a reflection
And make me not the moon, not the firefly,
But me, only me
And make me shine someday on my own.