Standing on the edge of mystery
I dive into the waves and find myself
Bobbing, wandering in the shallows
Until I am deposited on the shore
Wet and covered with sand.
The universe is deeper
My imagination is in those shallows
Churning with the tide as it crashes
Neither up nor down
Makes any sense
Each wave is an echo
Indifferent to the subtle differences
Of the churn that makes this moment
Unique, separate, dimensional
Its own second among countless
Whether the ocean or the universe
The waves are indifferent
To the consciousness that observes
And is deposited in the void
Wet and covered in stars
