Most times it acts as a mirror
reflecting curious eyes from its dark secrets
Other times, it becomes transparent
Allowing short glimpses into its world,
before armies of blue veils rush in to censor the rest.
You can only explore it by entering
One touch, and it shivers all over
It knows you’re here.
The ripples are both a welcome and a warning:
after entering you may decide to leave your other world behind
In this world,
your legs initially desperately search for gravity
before learning that they were wings all along
They’ve been lied to all their life,
until now.
In this world,
the lucky few rays that have penetrated
soon realize that they’ve been trapped.
They begin to seizure along the bottom of the pool,
composing their own turquoise requiem
They take the secret to their graves,
as the surface mutates into a mirror again
George is an author, researcher, podcaster, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, join his mailing list, or enjoy his books
George Tsakraklides 
Wow. Full circle on this. Great piece.
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Thank you Peter 🌊🌊
Oh, this is wonderful. I love it how it knows that you’re in, and how
“your legs initially desperately search for gravity
before learning that they were wings all along
They’ve been lied to all their life,
until now.”
This is exactly how it feels. 🙂
🌊🌊