Reflection of moon past twilight.
To pierce it, to disrupt,
could be a dive from high.
All chaos.
I ponder, swimming alone,
splitting the moon by my hand, scooping it, softly.
The fish must feel my tension.
Fretting madly when they can’t avoid
the ripples forming in the surrounding space, until, sick of it,
completely shaken by it, suddenly, it takes them.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 9:35 PM UTC
Reflection of moon past twilight.
To pierce it, to disrupt,
could be a dive from high.
All chaos.
I ponder, swimming alone,
splitting the moon by my hand, scooping it, softly.
The fish must feel my tension.
Fretting madly when they can’t avoid
the ripples forming in the surrounding space, until, sick of it,
completely shaken by it, suddenly, it takes them.
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