My First Attempt At Poetry

Well, here is my first crack at a short poem. I may go back and add, or change, as time marches on. Proust's stream-of-consciousness writing seemed, to me, at times ready to break out into a poem that could have easily complimented the story. Nature was always a part of the story in Swann's Way. Proust touched all five of my senses when it came to flowers, trees, and especially the sun. He had a keen eye on where light fell on the ground, how it came through a window, or how it was reflected off the wall;he spoke,too, of shadows from the sun and moon and how these were connected to the sadness in his life.
My poem starts out from a line in Swann's Way (which will be in quotes) and then my thoughts will continue from there

My Current Life

"Outdoors, too, things seemed frozen in silent attention
so as not to disturb the moonlight"
with its ribbon of light laid gently
on the water's surface.
Now the wind comes,
and the reflection of light seems to struggle
to free itself from the water's embrace.
No, it cannot.
It stays and becomes a thousand
twinkling lights on the lake.
It rides every ripple as do we
in the current of life.