Eyeing.
A fish,
like translucent shadow
slowly shows silver through dimly
low-lit submarine green.
A gill
like laced edge of poncho,
rising to roll a lake\'s morning face
steadily sways to breathe.
A skin,
of thinnest divide knows
it is separated from my airy flesh
solely by liquid need.
A fin,
touched by finger coated
in bubbles for closer contact slips
to more safety beneath.
A flip,
and fish dives fast below
in mist churned by interference
\'tho glassily eyeing me.