Futuristic Swimming Poem by Nancy Ames

Futuristic swimming,
like fish evolved in air,
like birds that haunt the vacuum
where angels cry, 'Beware! '

There's never been a shortage
of sharks here in the water;
they like the luminous distraction
of the silence after slaughter.

Futuristic swimming,
like fish evolved in air,
like birds that haunt the vacuum
where angels cry, 'Beware! '

Some day words will lose their meaning,
when thoughts flow mind to mind,
and these sad misunderstandings
will all be left behind.

Futuristic swimming,
like fish evolved in air,
like birds that haunt the shadows
where angels cry, 'Beware! '