Fine

The summer sea was a metal colored steel sheet beneath a broken moon.
So much mystery in the dark starless sky,
my cells forever throbbing - why?
The rush and drag of the universe, swirling, foaming around my bare tiny feet.
We are told do not wade far into the deep.
But that's where the treasures lie.
In search of other humans with identical
questions plaguing their curious minds.
As opposed to surface people with their - I'm just fine.