Shirtless Shot

I am not the man,

one hair too old

chasing waterfalls.

I am the too-young boy

walking behind him

I am above

staring

down at my reflection

in the muddy sand

knowing I have to jump.

I am the one not trying to be the fourth

blond hair swinging

carrying two backpacks instead of one.

I am not the ant

nor the elephant

I am the turtle eating

grass instead of leaves

I am the frog on the lily pad

in an island of toads

I am a reflection of myself

sewn across the sky

always not the one before.

I am like Thor

trying to drink the sea

all from a single chalice

I am the stray cat

desperately clinging to the chair

next to the loveseat

I wish I could fill.

I am the boy

too short to see himself

trying to look back at him