A mirror to see the back of my head

The reflections in the water were so blinding I turned over and floated with my eyes closed facing the sun.

It held my face in its hands - warmth you know you will miss in the winter.

There is not much to hear underwater, and not much to say this deep in the middle of nowhere.

The vibrations slowly lower and become a deep hum for sleep.

I float along

The current’s gentleness I think I will always miss.

I wish the sun had hands to hold onto, its warmth just something you will have to remember in the winter.