Hannah W.

Teeming with life.

A stranger’s face

Concealing a story.

An ordinary child

With the knowledge

That the wisest man has yet to gain.

In a brightly lit room

On a dark, cold night,

Glance over at the window.

What do you see?

A reflection of the world within

Or the great world beyond the glass?

Return to the puddle

And lean in close.

Tap your finger

And break through the surface.

Watch the ripples spread,

Then return to you.