reverie v. reality

I wanted to write a poem

so I put to word a feeling
with the intention of being known,
or being seen,
or held -

but, no, that’s not quite it, is it?
The reflection is no tether to the body.

The reflection is just showing the body
acting, with the intention of being;
sending ripples out
into the pond
just to see them move; and -

oh, sorry,
let me say it more plainly:

by which I mean, with the intention of writing
just to write it down
at all.