We fall slowly through the blue aquarium
We have a feather weight; we are always
Dancing like dust in falling snow. We spy
The gold of the bellfish that sails placidly
Atop the watery sky, and guess at the bottom
The eyeless lobsters are there to devour.
That is the apparent pavanne, yet above
The skin of the sea the seraphs watch
The scurry of bluefish, the run of the shark,
With enormous eyes like white pinwheels
And in the purple caves of Heaven they see
The life hidden in indigo coral flushed out
By the charity of God, burn and burn.
