other animals

but something already gone glitters 
so this soft pen now tries to lift 
from the dream of a fish who is 
determined to explore the dry 
and those waves now gentle reach and 

just here set a small movement in 
motion that may more or less  
resolve into something like melody 
though even today as the winds 

wild what survives seems sufficient 
miracle to keep these sails tight 
for a moment while I try to 

gather a few parcels of silence 
they say it’s worth more than gold