Tashlich

the water glistens here in an odd shade of forgiveness

invitations not wholly understandable are extended

by fish living in the sand

we are fish in this water, surrounded by what we can't see

but recognize

like ancient familiar and vague mysteries

something like knowing the primordial moment of

budding fingers in translucent skin

invitations

too raw to neglect

too close to be embraced so 

there is just unity of form

intentions

definitions of abstract movement

directed in only the finest contradictions

removing definition

or clarity

except that somehow...

we find clarity

beneath these glistening sparks

calling out to us

in strange shades of forgivness

transcendence by descent