To fish from a cloud in the skyYou must find a comfortable spot,Spend a day looking downPatiently, clear-sighted.Peer at your ceiling:Where a light dangles, hook & lineCould be slipping through.Under the hull of a boatA fish will see things this way,Looking up while swimming by —A wavering pole’s refractionCatching its eye.What will you catch?With what sort of bait?Take care or you’ll catch yourself,A fish might say,As inescapable skeins of shadowScatter a netOver the face of the deep.
Phillis Levin.
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