Poetry by Mark Lindsey
Staring.
Into the water, I see a myriad of forms.
Waves beneath waves.
Life in life,
Energy on energy.
I wonder if fish,
Wonder of us.
Or if they look at us.
They play beneath our feet,
Like we play beneath God’s feet.
Do we love them like he loves us?
About the Poet
Mark Lindsey grew up in the South and is a veteran of the Persian Gulf War. He has been published in “The Inner Voice” literary magazine and currently resides in the Pacific Northwest.
Vita Brevis Press. 
I really like this poem, especially these two lines:
They play beneath our feet,
Like we play beneath God’s feet.
Bonsoir superbe poème merci
Douce soirée amicalement
Thank you, Mark. I enjoyed this poem, its simplicity, and its lure into introspection. Lovely.
So well written. Questions for the ages.