water color by Barbara Spring

Now We Never Speak

I caught a silver fish

I caught a fish of gold

The first one spoke to me

And so I let it go.

The second told a joke

And I started to laugh

It slipped from my hand

Down into the sea.

Since then I have tried

To learn the language of fish

Of flowers, birds and bears

Sometimes I am they

And they are me

But now we never speak.

                              --Barbara Spring