Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The Concerns of the Air-Breathing

The fish seem to have slipped away
frightened by the swirl of red mud
from banks collapsing into flood. It was
a harsh winter.

They waited patient under ice
breathing slow without bubbles, while we
cursed and shoveled snow and dodged
falling branches,

the concerns of the air-breathing, while fish
lived in stasis behind their frozen gills
trusting in the eventual thaw, betrayed at last
by too-sudden spring,

swept out to sea or suffocated in silt.
And still I find myself leaning out
over gunmetal waters and searching for
a bright reflection.

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SweetTalkingGuy said...

and life goes on...

Tumblewords: said...

gunmental waters - it has been that kind of winter.

Pam said...

How wonderful to be so trusting that you can simply rest in stasis. This is a wonderfully spiritual piece.

one more believer said...

excellent images of a water cycle...