How small are we
With finite seas
Omni Visum eyes
Of just the human kind

Comprehension's Perspective
The lack of, affective
But what halts the rocking hand?

I question the motives
Of those who will mold us
And tell us our strengths as man

A walk through the trees
A smell of the breeze
All feels familiar to me

With things still unseen
And places to be
Do I dare walk
The Infinite Sea?

The leaf that will float
Atop of the moat
Suspended beyond belief

An ant on a boat
Very remote
Are we in the Infinite Sea
© Miguel Villarreal