Reflections

Items which aren’t what they seem don’t demean 

these reflections; and that stuttering patch of light 

on the ceiling is what it is, sunlight echoing off the 

glass of water set in a deckchair arm, just outside 

th’ window - and well discovered I’ll say - unless I 

expected it to be that epiphany due anytime soon 

because we need enlightenment - altho it’d be its 

only justification - and on reflection, most unlikely 

So we regress: th’ case needed a Host, with their 

vindication of all things being heroically in places 

where they complimented each other - then we’d 

require a midday sun to have been exactly at that 

exact angle (& all of it bye-the-bye,) well before a 

thirsty chair-occupier drained water levels away 

© 6 May 2018, I. D. Carswell