Relishing the depths
What must it be like to look only at the surface of things
and not dive head first into every thought.
On the surface is only your own reflection.
In the depths lies all creation in constant cataclysmic detail.
On the surface you can lift your head and take a breath
instead of drowning in the intricacies of eternity.
Sometimes I envy those people who skip over the water
walking like a savior with their heads up, unknowing.
But in the moments when all the universe seems to come together just for me,
I look up from the bottom through the many faceted images
and I despair for those who will never know.