Kedge

I wonder what the anchor sees

Submerged beneath the waves

Is it Hell?

Holding everything in place,

Carrying so much weight, knowing the immense responsibility it has to stay stationary,

Knowing that budging even an inch can risk everything?

Or

Is it Bliss?

To get away from it all,

Floating, seeing what most living things will never see with their own eyes in their own life time,

Feeling like everything below is there just for you, and only you?