And sometimes still we
are born forth free
into another medium,
escaping this opaque
territory to soar
transparent again through
a miraculous sphere
in paired momentum
and wonder, all dross
mingling in our wake,
in dolphin sport
above the tides of time.

 

for Karen, 25 Dec 93,
with dolphins in acrylic sea

 

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