The Reflection Pool

I keep seeing my mother’s
hands whenever I look down.
And I dream about giant
sunflowers just before golden
yellow petals begin to appear
and my dream-mind calls
them dwarf sunflowers but
the heads are larger
than me from the waist up.
So my not-dreaming mind
fights the name and says
something clever and
academic like ‘dwarf implies
small and because said flowers
(which are not real anyway)
are larger than you, they
cannot be dwarves.’ And
my dream mind fights
that and I become
confused, not knowing up from
down, left from right,
I become unable to figure
any thing out, so I see
my mother’s hands and I
know they aren’t hers. The
fingers move when I tell my
fingers to move.

Do you understand why
I am confused? Why none
of this makes sense to me?