Drifting Angles

(This one was sent by my aquaman - may be still in progress.)

Earth magnifies itself to each grain,
rough and smooth edge alike,
Through the looking glass floating pods
find themselves adrift in the lake,
tender touches are beached by a
search for solitude,
creatures defend their territory
but open arms find
each other together,
sunlight brings two souls to one.

sr11/3

This is the 25th mermaidish post. I think a
celebration of some kind may be in order.