Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Something More and the Day They Met

She stood at the edge of the sea.
She saw herself out there--
Alone and quiet, barren, and flat;
A blue dessert shimmering far into the distance
Where no land or tree, or protrusions rise.

She understood it.
Desolate, cool, quiet, lowly, and alone
Traveling farther than she will ever walk toward a destination,
But not further than she will walk in a lifetime.
The sea moved quietly up the shore trying to touch more,
Extending beyond its mass outward to vulnerable edges.
Then just as quietly, it ebbed in small movements
Comfortable and contained although not predictable.
It could roar and rage against the shore or traveling vessel.
But mostly it lays down flat, quiet, and sleepy.

Standing in the sea she saw her feet nestled into the sand
Twinkling from the light and the movement of water.
Beneath, she realized, was a world of more dimensions.
The sea gave something more than its quiet flatness.
Tall mountains peak higher and valleys dive deeper.
They are not seen, heard, or completely understood.

In the depths of the unseen quiet, she realizes, is something more.
Beneath the barren blue sea is life --
Full and thick,
dark and bright,
warm and cold,
and terrifying.
It is thicker than the air she breathes and the world she lives in.
She saw her reflection and hoped someone brave would jump in.
He saw the sea in her eyes, so he did.