Thinnest Divide.
A fish,
like translucent rose-gilt
slowly swaying plays underneath
in weedy greenery.
A fin,
waving along bed of sand
rises to roll the lake\'s morning face
beneath early breeze.
A skin,
in thinnest divide warily
waits, separated only from my airy
world by liquid need.
A finger,
water-extended to make
bubble-rings for my human contact
with slippery silver.
A flip,
and fish dives fast beneath
mist churned up by interference,
glassily eyeing me.