The moon slipped through the air.
Over the bay,
it mirrored the clouds that sank an opaque presence
to touch the life that swished through the depths.
Its rays lit shapes and outlined
underwater turreted princess-tower constructions:
cottages, multi-storied apartments,
magical caves, black holes,
and grass camps waving in tides --
tides like earthly breezes enfolding sunny spots of greenery
into the fabulousness of the scene.
Small, coloured fish flitted in and out of weeds, moving in shoals,
staying ahead of heftier, plumper shapes
by swimming over and under the silhouettes --
though they occasionally blundered into their space to feed.
The big sleek monsters swim there too. Made for longevity,
they are mostly scaleless and smooth-skinned, happy in the shadow,
unaffected by the shape of the sun;
happy to swim outside the light-filled spaces.
And with the clock and earth linked, the light shifted
to the powerful rhythms of the world,
as tones and shade, shadows and black holes
seesawed on the axial tilt
of this spring equinox night.
On land, its light lit the long and wide road
walled by a similar mix
where tree branches whipped through the dark
as wind and sea sounds introduced patterns
that waltzed to night tones
sinking through the ground to establish a centre --
a still point sinking down to meet its return.