Ages ago,
it seems,
I fell into a river
rushing toward a Sea
with no name or shore.
Now I float
on the Sea’s surface,
drawn beneath
by undercurrents
when we speak of things
that take us places
known and unfathomed,
shadowed and luminous,
and back again
from earth’s magnificence
to human wastelands,
in and out
of thinking
asking
marveling
musing
lamenting
playing
sinking
into the depths
of this Sea
where we can never
touch
bottom.