The water is smooth and dark, still, like glass.
Looking down I watch as tumbling clouds pass.
Yet the sky is above me, it’s a reflection I know,
as when in a mirror I look, my face it does show.
At times I think “I exist” “right now,this is me”
and I know we don’t understand what is reality.
For all science can tell me isn’t worth a damn
irrelevant and trite until it tells me what I am..