Flying Fish

 I HAVE lived in many half-worlds myself … and so I know you.


I leaned at a deck rail watching a monotonous sea, the same circling birds and the same plunge of furrows carved by the plowing keel.


I leaned so … and you fluttered struggling between two waves in the air now … and then under the water and out again … a fish … a bird … a fin thing … a wing thing.


Child of water, child of air, fin thing and wing thing … I have lived in many half worlds myself … and so I know you.

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