Reflection
The sky bends,
in a heavy embrace,
gently we merge
I live. And yet, I am not
I am a wave in time,
a fleeing meteor,
light of a blind heartbeat,
reflection of an echo
Crushing void
in a flash already lived,
desperate longing for meaning
They vanish, unreachable,
into memories of faded watercolors
To reach me, in time, perhaps I will
like a circle in endless motion
Memory of me bent—
by time
My reflection is—
chewing gum between fingers
Giovanna Raffi
March 17, 2025
If time were a wave, then we exist only in its reflection. If memory is fluid, then every experience is an echo that shatters in the air. Time expands like a circle, yet clings to us in the most insignificant details. It slips away, and yet it holds us.
Can the infinite have weight?
Can eternity remain caught between our fingers?