A crystal clear glass of water, pure and refined
Not a single piece of grit occupying the vessel
Neither virus nor poison concealed within
The experience is wonderfully simple
The rules of engagement so perfectly set
Yet that gulp is not whole, so horridly untrue
That clear, supposedly pure liquid merely a piece
Pulled from a greater body, reduced to an easily consumable form
Such simple substance siphoned from a complex of higher significance
That mysterious ocean, waves and shadows and life
What mysteries are hidden beneath the surface, down there?
Beings in great number flit about within and between every drop
Not grime, as others may see, but a fluid sanctuary
In mentality, as well, do we see a mirror image
Clutter in muddy waters becomes clutter of mind
Denizens of the deep as undesirable elements of the subconscious
No surface dweller has eyes on that, though
I encounter others, and my mouth is faucet, filter, cup, chlorine
Refine, pour, supply, “Enjoy, good customer.”
They drink, they smile they leave.
They're no divers, just testing and tasting
No knowledge as to what's down there
But, those that browse my depths, friends, family,
Embracing the ocean that pours from my open mouth
Fish and filth, gold and grime
They dive in and grab the odd rocks of odd thought at the bottom.
Reeds and weeds of tension and trepidation tangled with their legs
Biting eels and innocent minnows alike beside them
Obscure shapes above and beside, paying no mind, or maybe too much
Frightening and strange things, down there.
Cluttered it may be, but with plenty to see
The occasional fanged fish frightens,
Swim silently and slightly for safety
But brighter bits of bioluminescence beckon
Will they play and laugh among the lighter lovelies?
Treasures and tragedies, explicit bits and mysteries
Swim back to the surface with doubloons to smile at and spend
Or maybe with bite marks from the shark hiding in the chest
I wish no harm upon them, the explorers,
Those who come back with the odd scrape or scratch
Doubts and concern hunts in packs, rush quickly, bite hard
Loose, latching teeth anchored firmly in an arm,
Each fragment to be removed slowly and painfully
And those are at least the understood hunters
More is down there, escaping the eye in scale
Eyes not upon me, but the accompanying bodies swimming overhead
Above me in scale, above me in status, above me in all ways
Pass by, good behemoths, for I'll be staying out of your way for now.
One day, perhaps I will be a proud rider on your back.
Or maybe a stain on the underside of your foot.
There is so much coming and going down there.
Things gigantic and minuscule, simple and complex,
How could I ever manage a complete catalog?
The scale greater than the extent of my sight
Do I know what beings occupy the deepest reaches?
Are those behemoths even the largest?
It is fortunate that wonder is the other side of this coin,
Mystery walking alongside terror
Caution makes sure that individuals remain whole
Yet wonder is why one would go swimming in the first place.