Fishmonger

I HAVE taken scales from off

The cheeks of the moon.

I have made fins from bluejays’ wings,

I have made eyes from damsons in the shadow.

I have taken flushes from the peachlips in the sun.

From all these I have made a fish of heaven for you,

Set it swimming on a young October sky.

I sit on the bank of the stream and watch

The grasses in amazement

As they turn to ashy gold.

Are the fishes from the rainbow

Still beautiful to you,

For whom they are made,

For whom I have set them,

Swimming?