To A Stuffed Hedgehog
To your stuffed hedgehog
the one that the car missed
who ambled off road to dream
of the perfected hedgedom—
Although the humble hedgehog
(whom we must regard as good)
looked everywhere for puddles, now
it sees its antecedent before the glass.
For we are guardians of the water.
We are the guardians of reflection.
We are guardians of subsequent mirrors.
We look to the perfection of our minds.
© 2015 Rob Schackne