The Fish

I think my heart has never been

like this

so warm and red.






I feel

even in the worst moments of this fatal night

several thousand sun-springs

in my heart

surge up from deep certainty.






I feel

in every nook and cranny of these salt flats of despair

several thousand wonderfully wet forests

suddenly

spring from the earth.






*






Oh certainty gone astray, oh runaway fish

in the ponds of slippery mirror within mirror!

I am a clear lagoon; now through the enchantment of love,

find a path from the mirror-ponds to me!






*






I think

my hand

has never been

so glad, so grand:






I feel

in my eyes

a cascade of bloody tears

that stirs a never-setting sun to breathe a song;






I sense

in my every vein

in every heartbeat

now

the bells of a passing caravan ring: wake up!






*






She came one night, naked, through the door

like water's soul

At her breast, two fish, and in her hand a mirror

her wet hair smelling of moss

as if braided with moss.






I cried out from the threshold of despair,

"Oh, certainty now found-I won't neglect you again!"