The Mackerel

The mackerel lie swimming wild,
In silver threads their fins unite;
Let’s plunge together into the sea—
At night where shadows find their flight.
In frothy waves they dance so free,
Their pelagic forms as bright as day;
Let me dive beneath their radiant grace—
To hold the dream of every play!
In depths, where sunlight meets the dark,
Together we’ll bob upon the swell;
I find their spirit inviting here—
To lose my thought, and bids farewell.

• Sarah Orne Jewett