my analyst would have seen a green light
- were it a watery dream;
leaping fish in a passion's swell
a deep-sea dive over the dam

but it was no waking fancy
Autumn rain, shoals of glitter-ball
frantically feeling a way to the sea;
how still we stood, in thrall to it all
the storm that sent us sheltering there
beat the boundary walls

water everywhere like the poem, a hymn
to land lovers far from peril in the deep
breathing to a two-stroke rhythm
no occasion for snorkel or scuba tank
safe in the aquarium

Joining with the versifying at Poetry Pantry