down in the mind's deep waters
time passes
nothing bites
not a nibble
and I wonder
am I using the wrong bait
or are they simply waiting
to see how long before
I call it quits, reel in
and head for home

But there is always one
given time and patience
that's willing, even eager
to be landed in my net
the only sad thing is
brought up into the daylight
how quickly the colors fade
the iridescence dulls

Yet something of that deeper
world below the surface
makes it through to nourish
our terrestrial hearts
to remind us
of our aquatic past
the wisdom of that distant age
when we moved weightlessly
through a sensuous liquid space
open in all directions

It doesn't happen often
but now and then a poem
instead of surfacing
pulls you in and takes you there