Twisting, flashing, silver and grey,
Sleekly smooth, a waveform shape;
Under -currents of muscle ripple below the skin:
Where does the otter end- the water begin?
So does my soul try to soak in starshine
Be part of the great spirit in a universe sublime;
But so strongly ingrained in humankind
Is the obsession with things that are yours and mine.
I wonder if we’ll always be confined
By self-imposed limits we’ve so strongly defined.