Flying Fish

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I HAVE lived in many half-worlds myself ... and so I know you.

I leaned at a deck rail watching a monotonous sea, the same circling birds and the same plunge of furrows carved by the plowing keel.

I leaned so ... and you fluttered struggling between two waves in the air now ... and then under the water and out again ... a fish ... a bird ... a fin thing ... a wing thing.

Child of water, child of air, fin thing and wing thing ... I have lived in many half worlds myself ... and so I know you.

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Susan Williams 06 November 2015

We are all parts- - parts of our heredity, parts of our environment, etc

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