ripples

the bay is flat
     so still
that underwater currents
can be seen on the surface
     like smoky streaks
     on an antique mirror
     so still
     like time
the earth's rotation
has stopped
     and the sun
has stopped overhead
     and the light
is sharp and clear
     without
     summer's
normal humid heaviness

and off shore
     a small fish
     leaps
and slaps the water
     with a crack
that starts a small wave
radiating out in a circle
     motion on the bay
from a small jumping fish
     the only motion
spreading across the bay
     to the gulf

a small leaping fish pushing
against the Gulf of Mexico
and the Atlantic beyond
     small
     leaping
     fish
     making 
     ripples
in universal waters
     an anti-tide
     a nibble-surge
against the moon's orbit
and the rightness of all
there is and used to be


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