At the edge of water, a beach there, a shore,
you crouch cautiously and stare
reflectively, reflecting upon this reflection
you see. It stares back shamelessly,
mimicking a smiling face,
mirroring two watching eyes.
Yet what sight you take in, whether
deemed lovely or impure,
is meaningless compared to the depths.
A mystery begs you to give it a moment.
You are looking at the surface.
What you see is in accordance to yourself,
but you should have learned somehow
that things are not as they appear,
and what is seen is not all to be known.
Someone once took a plunge, you know.
They thrust a hand into the waters
and better felt the rush of what is beneath.
The swiftness of divergence,
the rough currents of disparity. An ocean
of grief, sands of regret, shivers of
squalling pain, all found hidden quietly
underneath the glassy, calm surface.
However, also discovered with that reach
into the enigma of the deep, was
such a glorious spectacle, a fascinating
and enchanting motion to behold, a power
that moves, that flows, a moment
in which waves are made. |
Submission Name: Give Me A Moment
