And Fish Swim Through

This pond,
surrounded
by trees and
the murky smell
of decomposition,
is dappled dark in shadow.

The biggest fish
I've ever seen in a pond
this size breaks
the blackness
of weedy water,
sliding slimly underneath,
a silken knife.

But if I
touch the water,
I will feel it only as
air
swirling around my
fingertips.