A poem

So I have time on my hands. I wrote a poem:

we went for a walk today. me and my hosts.
i napped when i got back, and dreamt.
out on the hills. looking down, i saw two lakes,
with reflections so clear i thought they were pictures.
no, not pictures - more like screens.
two screens.
and flickering between, something else.
but i woke up, and it's in the past now.