I see as the water ripples collide
the underlying maths

Bouncing off the quay’s edge, folding upon themselves
Reverberating waves, here they negate, there they summate

And this on every plane and axis, to and fro as much as left and right
On cue, perfect patterns form and deform instantly

A couple dip their toes in and this pocket universe takes immediate notice, takes it in and goes on as before

The moon tugs, and the weight of her beckoning is also noted
in that warped surface

I too am drawn in –
which way is up?
which is down?

Sure as my filling lungs, the answer to all great mysteries must lie in water