I sometimes look at the ocean and wonder
Do fish look up at the sky and wonder?
I took a picture of the moon rising.
The moonbeams pierced the clouds
And shone brightly on the surface
Of an otherwise black sea.
Did the sea creatures below see the beauty?
These thought occur regularly.
They sneak out of dark corners
Way back in my mind.
It makes me wonder what else goes on…
My subconscious scares me a little,
Am I controlling it?
My life experiences
Held in a big subconscious bowl.
Allowed to stew and blend,
Then pushed forward –
I mean, I’ve sometimes had the thought –
How can somebody do wrong
To another person –
Yell, hit, ignore, vilify or worse.
And then the thought comes –
How did it feel for the perpetrator?
Do I really want to know?
I don’t, and if I don’t
Why does my subconscious?
I choose to think so.
I look into my dog’s eyes –
I love you they say.
Or is that what I want them to say.
When is dinner?
That’s probably what she’s thinking.
Maybe that look’s just curiosity?
And if curiosity killed the cat –
I am in a lot of trouble.