EVOLVED TO SEE RIGHT THROUGH IT

I'm here to catch some fish today

and spend some time alone.

And listen to the grass of may,

so shimmery when blown.

Today the water's clear.

It's absolutely clear.

I pierce the surface with my eyes

and spy upon the little guys.

Those funny little flying fish

that move around down there.

I'd join them if I had my wish,

and travel everywhere.

a bird calls overhead

it flys right overhead

I feel the breeze upon my skin

and think of what I'm sitting in

If I would put my bucket rim

down first upon the lake

then grab the sides and push it in

the water should intake

but nothing goes inside

no nothing goes inside

Just what is there that blocks it's path?

Perhaps I'm sitting in a bath.

I feel a jerk upon my line

and quickly spin my reel.

He twists and flips and won't resign

and gasps through the ordeal.

Out here he can't explore.

He's dead if he explores.

The flopping makes a slow commute

and breathing needs a special suit.

I guess I'd need my own suit too

if I was out in space.

I'd flap my arms and try to move

but I'd be stuck in place.

I think that I would look

the same way fish can look.

But I relax here in my place

and let the breeze caress my face.

Back in he swims for his lake bed

and thinking here I stall.

The better I see overhead

the more he sees at all.

Today the air is clear.

It's absolutely clear.

Invisible is space between;

it's everywhere but still unseen.

A clever person must have been

the first to name the air.

With peaceful space to take things in,

no worries and no care.

And time to just relax.

I sit here and relax.

I take a breath and I recline

and think because I have the time.