Pisces   You are salt you are the sea ungraspable.   An inland exile, each dry grain ached with the memory of how you'd come and go, and come and go, of how, unheld, you yet surrounded me.   Full fathom five my father died, opened his arms, abandoned me his child of air, to climb alone a suffocating ocean full of tears.   I cannot bid, control or bind you: you answer to an ancient call, obey slow planetary rhythms; your dance mysterious and deep, my task to yearn and wait.   Previous poem cont.