Photo Souce: Tim Sullivan Hidden Island Remember the island I couldn’t see past its cover of fog? Instead I recall the sharpness of your arm, your finger pointing to the smoking Atlantis. Remember the jellyfish sting, the sparking lash and pink rings? The cloudy water hid the tentacle, unwanted souvenir from the depths. You smiled at my question of scarring. Remember how I lost my golden necklace in the sand? I try to remember the moment I bowed and it slipped off my neck. But loss is more...