Reflections

I do not emit light energy,
so I,
viewed by myself or others,
can only be a reflection.


The image in the mirror,
a reflection of a reflection,
looks back, and waits.
Coincidental incident rays
from the incandescent fixture
bathe the face in a warm, soft glow,
a somewhat diffused image
carried by the reflected rays back
into the world.
Will a reflection be viewed,
the same
by different people?


A light evening breeze and ancient photons
subtly caress my face
under a mid-summer night sky.
Light particles,
on their seemingly endless journey
through time and space,
with visual stories to share,
perhaps of some primordial protostar,
or, perhaps, another life form.
At the moment of reflection,
when my image is imprinted
over the original primeval content
on the particle, is the original message
lost forever, or might we share
a multidimensional palette
of eternal information?
If only I could only decipher the reflections
borne on the faint photons...