Reflections

A Poem

Sitting in the airplane,

Finding shapes,

Not in the stars of the sky,

But in lights of a city.

Sometimes I see a star

And sometimes a pot.

But it is when I start seeing

Letters and faces

of the people I love,

That I realize

I see the reflection outside

Of what I am inside.

Not just in the lights of the city,

But in my judgements,

In my interpretations

Of words, people & places.

So next time,

When a loved one,

Or a stranger

Shows anger

Or uses harsh words,

Instead of becoming upset

I will empathize,

And know that

It’s not about me,

It’s about them.