Through Reflections In A Puddle Of Water Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

I walk minding my own business on,
This pavement, looking at lavender,
Flowers swaying in the wind. My walk,
Is interrupted by this puddle on,
The cement pavement that forces,
Me to look at it, so flat, so shiny,
So beautiful and so creative,
That I start to wonder, what the
World looks like, when seen from
Down here, where my feet could
Jump and take me further on my,
Walk or stop me on my tracks, to let me
Enjoy the adventure of a world
Not seen by many.

I am told by this watery mystery,
To look at the world through its
Eyes, and know life is as good as
You make it, for flat chested or
Not, you sleep as long a sleep
As the sun allows.

I am told in subtle ways wise,
To admire the world, through
The eyes of this puddle of water,
For wisdom lays just where you
Walk. I look around and wonder,
Who is telling my silence to
Listen to the beauty, that hangs
in the air above this mirror.

The wisdom that has come to me,
Warns me to wait for the marvel,
Unfolding in a pool of water,
And listen to the untold truth,
It tells my heart in silent
Tunes. It shapes the world above
It, into its own boat-shaped world
That it paints as it brings,
The sky above it to me, a painting
From an artist unknown.

It sleeps in the middle of a
Cement pavement, looking at the
Sky and the trees above it, look
Down and cast themselves on the
Surface of a mirror that casts
Them back, telling me that this
Is my beautiful gift for the day;
For I have waited long not sure,
What form it would take this
Day in the month of November.

Twigs thin and unsteady, have
Fallen into it as if they want,
To enjoy the last swim in this
Shot lived watery patch that,
Is forever threatened,
To disappear for the sun,
Has to win for that is the
Fate of the puddles of the
World after the rain.