Reflections

I could reach down

and dip my fingers in the sky -

dip my fingers

where mackerel clouds

scatter their scales from east to west.

That magic space below

is high and deep - deep and high,

and a swallow flies

and a gnat dances

through the water's void;

whilst, in the evening's murmur,

a salmon leaps,

and ripple on ripple

expands like a universe

unstirring blue.