Recognition

 

The sun is the eye of the fish of the sky

that flips its tail in mirth.

The river’s the gill of the fish of the hill

that swims within the earth.

Toads that fly,

birds that dive,

horses of the sea,

dogs that climb,

baboons’ behinds,

are all I know of me.

And god is the mother of me and other,

connecting the freak with the fair,

so when you hide your eyes inside

I vanish in the air.