
I thought I probed the depths
for the right words
to find I am essentially unaware
that I am twice removed
from the truth below the bubbles
but buoyant
despite a payload
of heavy ballast
I’m a hale and hearty
bottom feeder
who really isn’t
at all
just a background hush
an undertow
a current
an eddy
a relic
of implicit order
the mystery around
the actual
around the real
I name
through words
I’ve probed
in search
of nameless things
© Chagall 2014
