On the dock by the river
A pattern of criss cross
As good as two dimensions
Are going to get
The current pushed aside
By another force
Is this not
What real life looks like?
Bordered by rocks and lily pads
Stagnant batches in the middle
Lost in the details
Of the side show --
Wishing for "smooth"
-- Whatever that means --
Then wondering why it seems
To push by
Too fast
On occasion, a wonder --
A funnel, a swirl, a vortex --
Captivating to contemplate,
A window into the third dimension
-- But ultimately,
Only one direction,
And that is down
A reminder to master the flow of the two
Before we try to plumb
The mysteries of the third
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