You stood on your rock and I stood on mine,
             Eyeing each other,
Some twenty feet apart, and wasn’t it fine
         That what came between us
Was first a purple dottyback, then a pink pack
       Of fairy basslets, a bright, black-
             Eyed jack, some green

And blue parrotfish, a leathery gray
             Solitary grouper,
And a curious angel, nosing you, me,
         Its streaming yellows sharper
Even than, fifty feet above, that sun we,
       Escaping quickly, left on the sea-
             Ceiling, steaming?

This Issue

May 31, 2001