Mirrored

I saw the lights on a mighty waterfall

and a rainbow bridge connecting the two sides.

I heard six-lane roads running parallel

to rivers, strange leaf shadows amplified

by the angle of light on woodland trails,

albeautiful, all never seen before;

yet they felt like reflections, the blurred details

the water picks up from the river shore -

as if this life flowing someplace elsewhere

had been a surface for those reflections,

as if the gradients, the clouds, the flare

of sails and sunsets had really begun

long before they were finally encountered,

mirrored in the mind before being seen or heard.