No. 52 - Either Or

You throw stones expecting ripples

On a pond

And find yourself

Ankle, knee, head deep in my life long

Search for what is worth more:

The better portion poured out.

I wonder,

How else am I supposed to find

The treasure buried inside.

No, I am no pond, sir–

I am the ocean

And the waves will rise

To absorb your proud station,

Swallowing up any fancy you had

Of affecting their motion.

Not even I can control their commotion.

But below,

Where it echos underneath,

There is peace.

Stillness carries on stillness,

As life teems within.

But then again–

Writing at all

Shows my water shallow

As the stone falls.

Either or

We seek the shore

While looking for land,

But what if it’s and?