Aquarius

I am following a fast flowing river down to the sea. I am not a fish I am fish-eyes ocular, a blue planet inside an oceanic mind. Above the water I see osprey, and doves looking down from their treetops I am not them not yet - wings are the last order of evolution before a fish births a man before the fish jumps into Spirit. The horizon opens wide limitlessly wide. My fish-eyes hold all the land and sea in a cradle of renewal. The reborn leap beyond a water-falling sky. Home was always just a leap away.