Flying Fish

written by

Carl Sandburg

I HAVE lived in many half-worlds myself and so I know you.

I leaned at a deck rail watching a monotonous sea, the same circling birds and the same plunge of furrows carved by the plowing keel.

I leaned so and you fluttered struggling between two waves in the air now and then under the water and out again a fish a bird a fin thing a wing thing.

Child of water, child of air, fin thing and wing thing I have lived in many half worlds myself and so I know you.