Below the Surface

A fisherman just yanked his catch, Still squirming, from the river. I never thought those waves contained Such bounty to deliver. I asked what kind of fish it was; The catcher didn’t know. He cut the hook and wrapped it, His free meal from down below. We gaze out at the surface And we hardly ever wonder ‘Bout the teeming life existing Out of sight, in realms down under. And humankind, just like the sea, Has depths we cannot plumb; For sticking to the surface Has become the rule of thumb. We cross the paths of people Yet it’s rare to make the leap From their obvious appearance To what lurks beneath the deep.