In the mists of morning I walk by the sea
a gentle splash of wavelets hissing at my feet
small parade of dolphins rising black-backed
in the sun-glared— ah,
where am I—

oh, yes, did I tell you
yet about the eyes brown
oceans deep inverted heavens
how I fell into those oceans went down
stone-like into the bottomless
midnight canyons drowned
again –

I love those homely birds
the pelicans how they drop
out of the sky
arrows of destiny
to some poor fish—

and again until at last
glowing blue the irradiated sea
itself consumed.

...............................................Israel Lewis