at this distance

bob boat 3 2016

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
diving deep.

The soul swims in its own tide,
rising and falling at heavens ebb.