Where the good and the bad
and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest…
But, wait! What is that?
Who stirs there in the
darkness of folded shadows that descend like steps into the depths off an ocean
reef with light to dance on the surface above and foam-tossed surf, brilliant
and bright into a void of knowing below?
Is it something or it is just
another play of water like on the surface where you look through the dance of
wakes to make out the movements of a fish as it resists the flow of currents
only to discover later a simple leaf caught on sea grass there.
You drift out and away from
the reef, without any movement on your part, out over the void below and feel
the anxiety of being vulnerable to a world where the rule is and always has
been eat or be eaten.
How far and how long can you
go before being detected?
Not wanting to find out, you
turn and swim back over the reef and the shallows leaving the resting place a
mystery still.
