fragments for fish

and fragments for the fish who, though meaningless, have hearty souls and bite at worms:

She is coming she is coming
Hooray it is like a parade
And I am like a child
Waiting for it
The clowns, and the serious dancers, who
Lift their skirts ceremoniously
And make the ruffles dance
like laughter. The long procession that goes
on and one, then ends
abruptly
like a silence
and leaves only streets,
and candy wrappers,
sad children, wondering
what comes now.

...

There is a wolf pacing outside the door.
It paces like the world
that lives outside my heart,
my skin: thin enemy to onslaught

...

Danger rocks itself
open, like a fissure in the earth:
done unto itself,
a violent motion, like crying
out, something startling
that comes from the self.
Danger is a doppelganger,
a dark double with a light soul. My
practically invisible spirit

Danger still holds its mystery.
It never lies still
like a baby, and you never
approach it as helpless.
It is always a stranger,
yet only as strange as
part of yourself

Danger
transforms its meaning over time.
It moves like shadows:
some, like an embrace, you duck into;
others, you run from like
secrets

or you run into secrets and duck
away from embrace