Oceans, lakes and the like are buried bowls of liquid earth. You’ve never touched the bottom so can you suspect there’s a floor? The earth buries secrets underwater and below the dirt still. “The world is a playground,” he didn’t believe me. His mother and father never told him there’s unknown. There is a crowd with imagination. Believe it, sometimes the planets can change their minds.
We’ll spend the days dipping our toes in liquid earth. It’s cool and the ripples are mesmerizing. I am revolving, trying to hypnotize these fish with my blue eyes. The grip won’t take; they slip through to manipulate and forge their fish roads.