Reflection.

This is my special day.

I’ve planned it for ever,
and a bit more.

An early start.

I want to depart,
before the house awakes.

I look down at the water.

It swirls and dances,
as the vessel fills.

Absorption of a picture,
on a liquid canvas.

I can’t help but stare.

Is that really me?

“Hello,” I say,
Curiously.

He doesn’t answer;
just stares.

Now I’m staring,
At him,
staring,
at me.

I reach down and scoop a mass of water,
launching it into my face.

It delights my skin like a cold knife.

I savour the moment.

If only my life,
could have been this…
refreshing.

The car is filling quickly now.

It will soon be over.