The way a fish
            moves through water,
                        through light, the way light
doubles the body
            of the fish, turns it
                        into a mirror of itself,
the mirror being
            the water's invitation
                        to see a bright pool
of scales where
            once there was a fish,
                        a school of silver coins,
a great, green-glass
            chandelier dangling
                        in the flow, each cut-glass
drop sewn like sequins
            to the wind, the wind being
                        the way the water moves
around the coins,
            the coins being another
                        way to see the fish, the way
it moves through
            water, through light
                        the way it doubles, becomes
a silver mirror, the mirror
            being the fish disappearing
                        into a thousand versions of itself.