My level of concern
  goes only so deep

I care only to there
  in meters or feet

Beyond that depth
  lies a hidden zone

Where beneath the caring
  is what’s really known

In my efforts to hide
  from the surface again

My words become sheltered
  immune from the pain

Below its demeanor
  I now call out to you

From that place that I wander
  —and keep out of view

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)