Upside down

Some of us stand.

Others stand upside down.

Not because they have fallen

but because they have learned

to see the world from the inside out.

While one reflects

what is expected of her,

the other hangs

where thinking ends

and feeling begins.

The disco balls glitter the same.

But they do not reflect the same thing.

Maybe the flamingo hangs upside down

because truth sometimes only becomes visible

when everything familiar is turned around.

Or maybe she is the only one

who is actually standing the right way.

What if the mirror image doesn’t lie

but the perspective does?