that bouncing off the polished surface rebounds into
the universe. I am the path, the light the gleam
the sound of bouncing always glancing off
the polished surface to
land and in landing
resoundingly change the timbre
the sound of light bouncing
the sound of trumpets blaring
of the last gleam of light
that pulling away,
shatters as the water breaks around it
and the gleam is now gone.
Do you ever wonder why light glances off of shiny surfaces?