Their World

Birds take for granted air,
fish water. Nothing’s there

is what they probably think,
until fish take a drink;

but even then I doubt
they stop to ask about

what’s clearly everywhere:
water clear as air,

or air, a nothing and
so hard to understand

no bird will even try.
It’s hard enough to fly.

Invisibility
is very hard to see.

Don Wheelock


 
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Don Wheelock would be pleased to hear them.