Reflections of Light

below the surface

it’s only you

and your hands

medusa-like

in the reflections

of light

you open your eyes

and see us for

what we truly are

in this Neptunian wandering

and the castles made of us – 

only as impenetrable

as waves, forgetful 

of their belonging –

and their beloveds

in the reflections

of light 

high above 

it’s only you

and your hands

melting castles

in the reflections

of light 

Originally published in Sky Island Journal and The Pandemic Post.