Like For Like Poem by Mark Heathcote

We see images reflected like for like.
And ask, which one is a non-existent clone.
Which is quiet, which is moving unalike?

Which is the cobalt-lake the azure sky
intangible both can't be. A foreknown
present looks for signs palpable to espy.

What beauty there is in such reflections?
Pick one, deny the other profane nonsense.
There are so many interconnections.

That here two combine some binary whole.
Like butterfly-symmetry paintings, elegance.
In the eye of the beholder, a thousand-fold.

Younger eyes than mine, sense a totality-
of the inestimable magic of everything.
It's a postcard from heaven theatricality-

projected like a school slide back in the day
before smartphones and infinite texting
such images to older eyes are so yesterday.

But still heavenly, I really do have to say.