The fish, they shimmer,
especially the little ones,
the anchovies, the minnows, the silversides,
in sunny, shallow water.
They do not say to each other,
“You open your mouth too often.”
They do not care who is the quickest.
See how they flow, like fabric in a soft wind.
And they are nothing like fabric.
And the sea is nothing like the wind.
Great piece of poetry – inspiration?
Joe, I was clearing out files from my computer and I came across this one and I liked it. It’s from a couple years ago so I don’t remember what was in my head at that time.
What perfect timing!! Makes me smile and smile…….probably for the whole week or longer!!
Hooray! If you find yourself biking up to Anoka one day, please stop in!
Ah to be a fish betimes.
You’re keeping me on my toes, Reenie! (I had to look up betimes)