Silver Fishes

So forth came new tides
under the moon and the
constant tugging
of time,
the years slipping
as silver fishes across
the currents.
While in the sedate 
lulling of small ships
we stood and braced ourselves
against the north winds
whistling change
down from the mountaintops
and the hillsides.
-
We opened our quivering mouths 
to let go of these tongue-tying 
beasts we so long wrestled with
and the salt filled our lungs,
cleared us and tried to make us whole.
Our bodies swaying with stars
and our arms upheld towards
the horizon and these
proverbial new dawns
which break just as the others
always have.
-
But in their cracking
and becoming
I think our insides
felt a shifting,
unsettling in the bones
of the earth
and this progression 
which leads us to our boats
in the night,
brings our hazy eyes
to the edge of what is,
and so we stand 
-
mouths open and
shouting
into the blissful darkness
we only presume is
the forever,
the infinity we are taught
to long for,
so our bones never crack and settle
and so our eyes may
still drink in the depths,
and our gasping lungs may always
taste the somber need left
in the shifting winds.