Incomprehensible (Poetry)

There are those times
I do not understand you
for I feel our minds
almost certainly are wont to go
off and swimming with the flow
exploring different oceans

I sense your mood and rhythms change
it can be subtle as a breath
drawn in before the plunge
down to your seabed’s hollow —
a place too dark and deep
for one like me to follow

My knowledge cannot stretch that far
your fathoms pose a mystery
I search the bubbles for a code
to tell me where you are
beachcomb every message line by line
doubting the language meets the lip of mine