In an aquarium of the clear water day
and under an Autumnal sun,
I see depth
in the clouds, layered
like fish in their schools, drifting
through
the sea blue watered sky.
In the milk warm weather of Spring
thawing the solid ice floes
of winter,
to a sky of sea blue water;
hydrogen clouds of birds,
liquified
in a white wash of sun, splashing
Under the white caps of the clouds,
and amid a glimmering
shaft of sunrise;
where, swimming to its distant light,
scattered off the spindrift birds,
I plunge,
this first water wave break of day.
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