Underwater Gazing Up

Broken, clamboring, mirrored surface.
Rippled and bubbled,
an everchanging mosaic recording all movements.
I forget that I am a creature of land and air.
I lay and stare at sky-bound oceans up above
through a glass of infinite potentials.
I lift a hand and all senses are thrown into confusion
as fingers break from the rippling surface to shatter into air,
and suddenly I remember what weight feels like.
Jewels of half light, half water
fly for a brief second
as my face follows, bursting into cold wind.
Like emerging from bed,
from a dream,
from make-believe.