Walking on the Shore in Late August
--Robert Bly 

I look out over the muddy lake.
All at once I see a fin rise, what alertness!
All my brain power pours toward that spot on the water.
How we long for a bit of consciousness to appear above
..............the water! 

Now I notice what I have never noticed before,
Bending over graceful,
At the shoreline… 

Mother take me deeper—
Take me on your fins down…