Hard feelings make no difference. Subversion has no clue. I’m up on deck. What are tyrannies compared to acrobatics of the sea? Even a little cloud cover, can’t bring me down to grayness. Dolphins are rollicking all around, delight in my company, show off their leaps, their spins, their freedom. I’m told I need purpose. That I’d better make plans. To what? Blend in with surface light? Howl along with the pod? Save me the lecture on how ends meet. Or what it’s like to be lost in the crowds. Or how the middle road is my best alternative. And if I don’t watch out, I’ll be taken down, I’m on the waters. A dolphin smiles up at me. I indulge in reciprocation. Two species bound. --- John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Soundings East, Dalhousie Review and Connecticut River Review with work upcoming in West Trade Review, Willard and Maple and the MacGuffin.