Monday, 26 May 2014
Dolphins
Looking at pictures of dolphins, leaping
free of aquatic mundanity. Goodness,
to feel the sun on your streamlined skin
when all you've known is the cold wet
of murky depth. What a fantasy
to make-believe you could fly like the birds
your eye has spied beyond the rippled ceiling.
Perhaps that's why the water is so deep and wide;
so that brief moment in the sun is beyond all bliss.
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