I saw a silver fish
dolphin shaped
stream lined
flutter across my late afternoon sky.
Too tiny to be a plane
too high to be a kite
unfashionably obscure to be a blimp.
it marked a merry way across my late afternoon sky.
Smiling a secret smile for a secret happiness
alone in blue sparking waters
with scant substantiation
and no want of steely determination
I watched a fish fly across my late afternoon sky.
Titillating teasing
tumulting treacherously through the clouds
while I treaded water desperate to keep its watch
it turned on its back
waving a fond farewell
and then flewaway
away
from my afternoon sky.
2 replies on “Flying fish”
Thank you!
I enjoyed this. Made me think of long hot afternoons staring into the sky as a child and seeing strange things that made me rub my eyes and then they were gone. This writing has a dream-like quality.