Raindrops
thoughts are like raindrops in the ocean
sometimes they go deep
sometimes they don’t
down under the waves
where light can’t reach
monsters of unimaginable size and shape
lurk and thrive
nourished by unlucky raindrops
that sank too deep
up above
amongst waves of chaos and weather
float the raindrops
too light and airy to sink
shallow in all senses of the word
so where is that perfect middle
where the light can barely creep
and the fish swim around like lazy dreams
that place just past
where the sane dare to venture
out of sight
out of mind