Perspective 

It’s just a red umbrella

And an orange poolside chair,

But the ripples on the water

Make the reflection there seem to be

A million butterflies.

I stare into the crystal blue 

Waters of the hotel pool 

Into the mirage.

And what’s funny is,

Of all the butterflies I have ever seen,

These are the most beautiful.

They’re magical.

They pop like bubbles

Then reappear

In a place that seems deeper

And more “in.”

They come and go.

I have the urge to dive in to them

And see their world below.

And who knows?

Maybe I would look up,

And then,

Would I see

From within, 

How magical,

How beautiful,

How unreal 

The reflection

Of this stale old world’s exterior 

Might look to me?

-jenn