Fishes

If there were words to halt the rush,
Or, ratherm slow it to the heart’s pace,
Would I speak in honesty?
The quieter drawings of love cannot be
Tapped for thei energies,
In bleakness, the life at my fingertips
Is my only link,
The wind in the trees is not so light.
Sharing offers salvation from
The grey and pitiless shapes,
Bur to touch is in and of itself,
We realise, but cannot contain:
Fishes in water.