Your mind is a shark, moving
for a living.
In the depths, layered currents flow;
but when you dive
below the waves of daily life,
you cease to hear your thoughts and believe
you have found
darkness and emptiness.
The pressure is too high; you want to rise
back to the surface, where words tell
you what you’re thinking:
dishes, bills, annoyances, neediness —
all those little quandaries.
But the deepest current is not
silent or still or barren.
It’s quicksilver at lightspeed, too fast
to hear, too refined for words.
Here, at maximum depth,
is you, your soul:
the thoughts you can only feel
in your gut, the thoughts you must enact
or else sink.