the light that marks the dividing line
between our world and our neighbours.
We see reflections of what we could be-
our limbs rippling, our throats opening
our eyes wide and dark, our skin slick
like oil. The salt crusting over our lips,
covering bare shoulder blades which almost
poke through the skin, sodium crystals
becoming scales. Our laughter now visible,
rebounding off submerged landmasses.
How we, stranded above, long to let
the glimmer into our lungs, breathe in
the perfection of each gentle wave.
We skim the surface of that blinding
mirror with cupped hands, searching
for entry. Clouds gradually gather.
Our parallel selves fade into foam.
Prompt was “The blinding mirror” from LemonDaisyPoetry