With typical obfuscation of fact,
though no sea is near,
we call these sea-birds
who drop sudden with
a satisfying, compact splash
then
reappear,
shaking water from wing
to flap upwards again.
It is one final feast day on the great
lake and cooling shallows reappear
where choking boats recent were.
Summer has reached horizon,
making the vast water and all else
apprehensive,
yet
appetizer fish
swim easy.
Why?
Are the shiny, slippery, silvery,
quick creatures stupid
or do they flow together,
rejoicing their negotiated moment
at last unimpeded by propellors, motors,
din,
accepting the contract
and it’s fine-print conditions?
Robert On The Air 