Depth, or the Lack of It

There’s so much depth in the apparent superficial
That words alone failed to capture
It’s as if I’ve tasted the depth
And pulled back from it with trembling fears
Would I drown or would I float
In the sea of deep thoughts and wrenching emotions
So I park myself at the beach
With the sands in between my toes
and the sprinkle of sea water wetting my nose
Tasting and yet never drinking
The gloriousness of embracing depth without being overwhelmed

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