Fay Slimm.

Thinnest Divide.

 

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.