Flying Fish 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.