Fish and Water

A golden fish like a pint of wine

Rolls the sea undergreen,

Glassily balanced on the tide

Only the skin between.

Fish and the water lean together,

Separate and one,

Till a fatal flash of the instant sun

Lazily corkscrews down.

Did fish and water drink each other?

The reed leans there alone;

As we, who once drank each other’s breath,

Have emptied the air, and gone.