This is a poem I wrote as a part of  a reflective practices class I took in grad school. I'll be honest, I don't really remember what the assignment was.

Perspective

A pebble sinks into the lake
From afar, a tinkling splash
From within, a rolling shiver across liquid skin
From below, bubbles and chaos amongst the fish and weeds
From above, rings spreading and growing
From without, nothing more or less than an afternoon by the lake.

Where am I? Or am I everywhere?