Immersion

by David B. Swanger

Great ocean of humanity
I immerse myself in you
And as I mimic your undulating motions
I notice that you do not sense my presence.

Like droplets forming a great wave
You pass my station
Locked in armless embrace
As you seek endless acquisition.

I seek to know you (and therefore myself) better
And so I ask you over and over again
Whence came you? Whether? and Why?
But not sensing me, you move steadily onward.

While thus engaged in non-rapport
I slip out of your rolling throng
And rise to a high crest
Where I greet (and am greeted by) a different kind.

A steady stream takes turns
Embracing me in mystical immersion
And I remain there long and long:
Not really ever wanting to return.