Delving (deeper) : 2

Past names and numbers and words and labels, past requisites and forms and blank spaces, I found better words that seemed to fit a little tighter, hug a little closer to the skin. I waded through them and tried to sift out my own to present to her. I grasped at them as they darted around my feet and swam away from the shallows. When have we gone deep enough, down and in and through enough to say we know? We know one thing at one time about one person who is ever morphing into other people in other times and other places and we follow or drift, adjusting our sight from afar. Tell me what you see from up there. We speak and are heard and listen and try to understand the sounds as little bones oscillate deep in our tiny ears. We are trying to reach into the bottom of a box that has no walls, whose wood is soft like water and dances around our fingers. We are always under the surface, bubbles floating from our lips and rising, rising to the names and numbers and words above.