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.