As I look into the darkness <br />From the light of my room, <br />To find nothing in any direction, <br />Upon the window I notice <br />(Foreshadowed by gloom) <br />The image of my own reflection <br /> <br />I see my posture’s correct <br />(Though leaning towards age) <br />And a soft knowing glint in my eyes <br />But the glass won’t reflect <br />What my destiny will stage <br />Nor can the stars in the skies <br /> <br />So here in my realm, <br />I wait as a puppet <br />To see how my life shall unfold <br />With my fate at the helm <br />(Without aid of a parapet) <br />To decide how my life shall be told <br /> <br />Now I know what I’ll see, <br />When the night turns to day <br />And the sun shines its light on the Earth: <br />A lone blossoming tree <br />In a field full of hay <br />And small animals that dance in their mirth <br /> <br />But my reflected features <br />Will come to me not <br />For the Sun’s light is much brighter than mine <br />And the gods laugh in their bleachers, <br />As I ponder my lot, <br />And concede to walk life’s thin line<br /><br />Michael Troy Buffo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-s-thin-line-or-upon-the-window/
