01 The surface
A mile
below.
Leave the familiar world above.
There is another kind of quiet down here.
An imagined voyage in five depths.
Scroll slowly. There is no hurry.
02 The last gold
Light has
a long way
to fall.
For a while, the sun follows us. It comes apart in the water, laying its long fingers across everything we are about to leave.
A small silver crowd turns as one.
Then the whole world is blue.
03 A passing shadow
Something
larger than
silence.
At first we mistake it for the water itself. A dark shape gathers, becomes a body, and passes beyond the little circle of our window.
We do not write down its size.
We write down how small we felt.
04 Small constellations
Here, night
makes its
own stars.
Without a sky to belong to, a few pale lights drift through the dark. One opens like a tiny umbrella. Another folds itself out of sight.
We turn our lamp down.
There are things you see by seeing less.
05 The quiet floor
Nothing here
is waiting
for us.
The bottom arrives without ceremony. An arch of stone. A soft field of silt. The patient shape of a place that has never needed a name.
For a minute, we stop measuring.
For a minute, a mile is simply far enough.