The sound of boat or plane
from this distance, I can’t tell which.
The sky resolves into water
from this distance, I can’t tell which
and does it matter.
The leaping fish, rising into the air,
the diving bird, swimming in the sea-
am I fish or fowl in this melodrama?
Rising into the air, breathing salty seas,
feathers, wet and glistening
The soul swims in its own tide,
rising and falling at heavens ebb.