Liquefied

A school of fish drift,

each one perceiving the feather-pressure

caused by the slightest of

one another's movements.



In response they create

an unfurling choreography

of silver streamers that skirt,

dazzle and awe any observer.



Always regrouping and resuming linear

harmony, we too also move forward,

reaching out for the lateral line

rooted in our flesh, sensing

the slightest waver of mood, knowing

when to approach and veer apart.



These movements have such a synchrony

that any onlooker is deceived

that they are beholding

a cycle traveling of great liquidity.