Shimmering Reflections

Oh, to be that
Which knows from where it came,
Knows the reality-hard past whose dust
It now imbues with reflection
As light beams bathe,
Floating detachments free,
Coming to rest on silent seas of peace.

To know laughter learned its way
By hardened experience
Before it might relax into ripples of solitude.

To accept such a shimmer and smile,
As eight-legged innocence does,
Fold into compliance,
Await and dream,
Even as a dust mite's next iteration
Knows existence
Is but a shimmer for it as well,

A proven growth and decay

Making up the yin and yang

Of Time’s omnibus creation.