Abreast a seemingly tiny wave
I do not realise how deep those currents go.
If I were to lie on my belly and look down
into the water upon which I float and stare
into those vast and shadowy depths
I would only see until the darkness started-
I would not be able to comprehend how
far down that space exists and how utterly
pitch black and silent it is down there in
the deep reaches. It all lies below me.
Until the forces and the currents
which move and affect said
darkness reach up
in a forceful
concerted motion and create a wave-
a wave which can touch me, even on the top
where I am currently floating. I am pushed with
such force and such noise, despite the fact that
previously there appeared to be nothing
all about me and only cloudy sky above me.
As above, so below-
winds touch high and winds reach low,
and I am deliberately and irrevocably moved.