Of course you can see into the water
for a distance. Then turbulence
caused by a fish, upturned stone,
who knows? Near the bottom fish
and stone shift in sun and shadow.
So do my feelings fold into a fish
or get carried down by a stone.
Unseen turbulence exists in me
and I am not stranger than
sun, shadow or stone.
#### Poet’s Notes ####
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The image of the draft now contains the “final” edited poem as well: