Flying Fish...A Poem

 

 

As if the luster of its native depth

Is not profound enough to satisfy,

It flings itself from this elusive grasp

To seek the silvered sky, embrace the light;

To sail, to fly, to find a moment free

Of any clinging shard of earth or sea.

 

Then, fervid flight complete, the fish falls back

Into the sea once more. Was it but a dream?

Or, had it soared, searching for an epic scheme?


 

Copyright by Don Gray



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