Pisces

Breath-taking fish follow our footprints into the booming sea. A multicolored native child lives there it walks upon the pushed-up swell, bell-diving while standing on the deep dark waves. You may well dream of this as the sun plays across your closed eyelids. You may ask yourself why the songs of the sea are always sad even when the sailors fiddle and jig, and why these images are so tantalizingly inexplicable like a saltlick on the moon. It's the whales you see, their peace roars, their size expands even the very smallest places. It is the alien giant squids of grace, that does not belong anywhere yet it floats in a balloon of eternally penetrating silence. For all dry-docked and new-laid minds there's a pulsing birthing canal still open and waiting, find it inside a closed seashell of time within the rippling molecules of tsunamis where the native-born are spawned. We are watching the surf roll in and out and it is certainly not strange to suffer a moment of absolute exile, a real 'home sweet home' solitude and a tidal homelessness.