Flying Fish

I HAVE lived in many half-worlds myself… and so I know you.

I leaned at a deck rail watching a monotonous sea, the same circling birds and the same plunge of furrows carved by the plowing keel.

I leaned so… and you fluttered struggling between two waves in the air now… and then under the water and out again… a fish… a bird… a fin thing… a wing thing.

Child of water, child of air, fin thing and wing thing… I have lived in many half worlds myself… and so I know you.

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Flying Fish