Posted by in Poems on Aug 11, 2013

The fish are luminous,

lit from within, breaking

the surface of the water

with hard lips, mouthing


silently at the meniscus:

Om, Om, Om.

I listen from my ignorance

of other worlds


to children playing.

I hear that some

have their bright epiphanies.

The fish disperse, gliding


beneath the lily leaves:

the water darkens to a mirror,

and there, that other watches me

from the quiet world.