Light Refracted

Sunlight breaks against the surface, a thousand fractured prisms sinking through the green.

The fish don't notice their own luminescence— they drift through columns of brightness as if drowning were just another way to breathe.

Below, the rocks are sleeping. Above, the sky forgets its color, surrenders to white.

We're always half-submerged, looking up at the shimmer, mistaking it for freedom.