journal-08/17/00

08/17/00

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Two just meeting, pouring
information into each others' heads
like water overflowing in a wild river--
not absorbing quite as much
as they could,
not pausing to breathe--
only swimming with the fish,
glancing at each other along the route
to smile, take note
how they reflect each other
with shimmering molecules of oxygen
hydrogen, hydrogen--
explosions of transparent gases
flooding the air raining water,
feeding curiosity
planting seeds for trees to come--

I lean back against plush feather pillows and sigh,
pondering a new fish in my waters--
to stay in my entangled net, or
escape?

I smile, enjoying the upcoming storyline,
a plot where I don't know the resolution
(my favorite kind)
and this, the next chapter in the journey of my ocean,

I swallow, I breathe,
I enjoy.

(I have this theme running through my life of fish entering my waters... try reading a previous journal entry [I know there is at least one other one but I just can't find it right now] to get a better grasp on where this particular entry is coming from.)