Night
sky
so clear,
there are stars
dense as dust motes flying,
as falling flecks of gold in still water,
the specks of primal life in troubled mud flicked by a fish's tail.
Bright the star-spark, the planet orbiting, that blinks above the dark trees
almost blue, sharp as sun on ice caps,
cold as deep northern pools
where salmon swim,
remembering the
fierce
ocean.