"We are summoned to pass in through nature,
                into that splendour which she fitfully reflects."
                            --C. S. Lewis.

It took a while for me to understand
The shape of anything.  I had supposed
The mountain to be rippling; and it hurt,
It irked my intuition.  So I closed
My eyes, to see a solemn, certain land,
Where all the earth was steady, every rock
Remembered who it was, and knew its place;
The trees grew upwards, never side to side.
Recalling then that true, unswerving space,
I opened up my eyes -- and with a shock,
I realized that the water's face had lied,
But time had caused the ripples to subside;
And one day, to our final satisfaction,
We'll gaze upon the world without reflection.