I’m not sure if I can do 2 paragraphs but this but I’ll leave some of it open ended to add in details.
2 worlds touch in a ripple of the water. There is the sky kingdom with beaming sun and eternally clear sky overhead all held up by the clouds that cover the earth.
But the earth is where the second world begins. The hills and mountains, the deepest coldest waters that hold the mysteries of the past. These two kingdoms meet but never touch. They are always there, but for some reason there is a blending and blurring in the lines that divide us. That is what I see in the piece. Two kingdoms that are so close to one another but never touching.