of the fish fish
that drives me-
most mild,
most wild.
I-
poleless,
dive:
parting the smooth
membrane
past the kiss of the two isles
between thigh penisula,
I delve
head first.
I reach,
hold my breath,
invoke the crest,
seeking the fish that
I crave.
snatch!
drenched, I rise
from the deep.
in my hand
my captive quivering-
surrendering
prey to my pursuit
bouillabaisse
to my way.
surfaced
i skim-
float-
swim-
and then------
i dive again.
s pringle 1998.
