Still and serene,
the surface stares back.
The mirror pool
reflecting the Sun.
Sometimes,
clear enough to see deeper in
the depths below.
A breeze blows,
rippling the image,
distorting a perfect plane,
until they rise up
to snap and break.
Wave forms,
transforming perfect tension
in one violent action,
followed by a million.
The once calm surface
that showed a glimpse of something,
becomes a maelstrom,
dredging the abyss.
Now,
things that lay deep in sleeping
are awakened
and seek the sky once more.
A gale wind.
A rip tide.
The Earth shifts
and the ocean rises.
Surfacing
what once was submerged
and hidden in the deep
is now the surface.
When the winds die
and the tide recedes
and stillness slips its way
across the new horizon,
what was old is new,
so long ago and alien.
The calm deep,
the endless wave,
in flux
and monument
to the depth of being.
Reflecting
and becoming,
the medium cycles
through what it must be.
HG – 2018
