Torsioned silvered tails Thronged with thoughts, emerging from The periphery, from blinking to dreaming, Whipped, now here, now there, sideward Over coffee and emails, intersecting, In sun-glinted depths, prismed, Lit like glass, smashed in slow motion, A thousand urgent purposes ungrasped. I am the foolish fisher, lost on the ocean; The sun sets and here sit I, still, vast Ambitions mercurial, dreamt tales unsung, Flash past me and disappear.