ten::(sixteen)seventeen

I've been wondering
about the water, again,
that life source
running out today.
Some still rely
one the watery depths
for provision and travel,
and I wonder
if they are more aware
of Tiamat,
the goddess of chaos.
(Most seem content
with the bitch-goddess, Fortuna.)
With our ocean liners,
country destroyers,
jet skis, yachts,
false ponds, training pools,
toilets, showers, and hot tubs,
we're disengaged,
desensitized to the mystery
beyond the coast.
The shark and the ocean are one.
The human and land are one.
But are these opposed?
Can we not see both are calling?
They bid us to question,
to consider the depths,
to meditate on the heights,
and it seems with them
there is little room to waver.
The waters call us to wash,
and not the surface only.
Land calls us home.
The waters underground
and from the sky,
these we need to consider more.
Remember the rain's taste,
the springs of delight and life.

(sixteen: Romans 1:16-25, Psalm 19, Luke 11:37-41; seventeen: Romans 2:1-11, Psalm 62, Luke 11:42-46)