The Metamorphosis Of Their Dreams Poem by Robert Rorabeck

When blue gills sleep they dream of
Feral dreams:
But they are always of blue gills in
Blue gill streams,
As minnows dream of their streams underneath
The windmills,
Because that is of their streams-
Only minnows dream of metamorphosis:
They dream of blue gills
And minnow streams, but they see the mountain
And how the mountain dreams:
And they see their bodies leaping into her
And the sky- and they whisper to her to let it
Rain of their bodies,
And to let the sky be of their changing rooms-
To be as well of the metamorphosis of their dreams.