Happy Children of the Moving Waters

Sometimes I see our world as a walkable ocean

The water to me is still, clear in infinite expansion

Of a horizontal placid plane holding icebergs, islands and

All manner of life bustling below

Combining, constructing, merging and destroying

I see the constant menagerie in intricate detail

Pulsating, speaking, listening, exploding itself

Into color and hue dancing a spectrum of  

Lobstermen, shark-children, algae, and coral cities of tyranny

The crab traps and oil derrick pump industry and prisons

Full of nutrients to swivel turbines and markets

From billowing plumes of distrust about the populace  

The grasses wave like soccer stadiums of bagpipers and guitarists

Chanting haughty debauchery and revolution

The dolphins echo religion to the floor-dwellers as if enlightened

By their limitations to remain below the surface in perpetuity 

The eels wiggle a connection in the ear of the carp governors

Lobbying for favor for the taxed lands victim to the tsunami’s rumble

And the violent barracuda marauders exploiting the prohibitions

Of the high court of walruses and hammer-head sharks 

The oysters hold their pop-star competitions polling the sea cumbers

To determine proper form and substance worthy of the bounty

Of wrecked vessels of brigand’s left only as wet bone

After the tubeworms and angel sharks have had their way 

So I see these galaxies below so clearly beyond and beyond, inside and out

All at once this purview is my inescapable consideration

I see the top of the ice float and the stairways descending into its girth

And I cannot help, but also see the trillions of human bodies prancing

On undulating waves, cackling laughter and screaming horrid tears  

At the sun, the clouds and the tidal pull transmogrifying

What I see as still, they witness in constant motion, blinding them to the totality below

How does one un-see such things; how does one return to oblivion?

Oh, ye happy children of the moving waters, how I envy and pity you all