Rain Puddle

I am a constant confusion.
A contradiction of my reflection.
Striving for eclecticism.

The rush in my head
Takes me there
But pulls me back.

I accept my visitor status
In your world.
Doesn't that make
You weep.

I'm also an anachronism
In my own universe.
Doesn't that make
You laugh.

Multi-talented in ways
Your mother would not
Approve of but I was never the
One for pillow talk

Don't try to pigeonhole me.
Or mold, break, crush, bend
Me into your
Safe, square categories.

My left foot is in
The trash can
And my right is in
The rain puddle...