in the river of wishes the salmon march
with feet they have longed for
all year
and all night
and in-between times
they wished with great might
out of the ocean of desire the penguins fly
with wings that can reach far
and take them so high
so high
high as the top of the sky
from the depths of the contented sea the turtle swims
with what he was born with -
short
but strong limbs
tending the seaweed he eats
with delicate trims