There is a fish, that quivers in the pool, <br />itself a shadow, but its shadow, clear. <br />Catch it again and again, it still is there. <br /> <br />Against the flowing stream, its life keeps pace <br />with death - the impulse and the flash of grace <br />hiding in its stillness, moves to be motionless. <br /> <br />No net will hold it - always it will return <br />Where the ripples settle, and the sand - <br />It lives unmoved, equated with the stream, <br />As flowers are fit for air, man for his dream.<br /><br />Kathleen Jessie Raine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-beck/
