I walk to the edge of the pool.
I look down
And below me I find
An image
But its not me.
I don't recognize the person there.
They are disoriented
As if the water had been disturbed.
Then the water is gone.
I see only a white floor.
Above me is a glassy surface.
And looking down at me,
With a confused look on her face
Is me.
I see myself
Reaching out
As if to give a helping hand,
And though I try to push my hand through the surface
I can't.
My other self looks disturbed
And walks away,
Glancing back at me through the pool.
I scream and yell
Hoping to be heard
But I'm not.
My other self seems untroubled again.
So until she notices me
Beneath my glass surface
I am helpless.
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