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 the 18th issue of Sky Island Journal -- an independent, international, free-access literary journal.