Haibun: Reflection

I take a troll on a beachside to find meaning in reflection of myself. Clear water adds some colour however the reflection itself doesn’t add up to anything else other than my own dark secrets. Touching the water and breaking the form of the reflection, I contemplate the transitoriness of the life itself where the havoc can lurk it anytime and destroy everything.

staring a reflection 

on clear waters

blurs a sound mind 

I continue to think about reflection which really doesn’t reflect much of me. My pains, sorrows, and turbulent thoughts have not been captured there. It’s a hollow representation of me. Where are the colours, the nexus of relationships, and a labyrinth of memories? 

I do not find any of them there. Without quenching my thirst for the answers, I continue to walk along the beachside.