Depth Poem by David Taylor

Out of my depth
lost and dark
thinking how could I make such a mess of
well everything
falling into even deeper depths of despair
there are many aspects of my character
not obvious at first glance
hidden depths
that perchance you might catch just a glimpse
when I feel at rest
joyful and full of heart.
But deeper than this
even deeper still
beyond all penetration
of surface anxiety
past all notions of my image
floating on the smooth surface
of most gentle thoughts
bathed in love
leaving behind the changing light
that comes and goes
into a depth of unchanging peace
with a beingness that comes
from deeper still
and time left to order dreamed events
not staged where there is no space
from which miraculously springs
all depth
that seeming belongs to time and place.
There I am myself
by myself, untouched
and none venture
where they are not yet dreamed…