Luke Davies
Slide
I thought things wouldn’t slide
But the whole world slides and quivers
And into your eyes the sunlight
Flows, like those rivers
that abandon themselves
To the sea. I thought that water
Was a special treat, like Sundays.
You couldn’t be wetter;
We lived there once and took
Our gills for granted.
I think all fish are birds, the sea a sky.
All mammals myth, pliant, love-haunted.