Saturday afternoon
the summer sun unchanging
catches the golden fish
turning under the lilly pads
I remember bringing them home, hurrying
Two startled, frantic with life
in their shallow gasp of water
my neophyte hand
my clapping eyes
open, look, close
opening closing
I realise: we are to breathe all of life in
And
in this, all life is with me
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