"Dionysus, the mad god, breaks down the boundaries."

Bright green leaves floated on a lake's dull gray.
Above the desolate water, when the rain began
our wet skin suddenly looked fishy.

Why did we leave the ocean's abundance to waddle
on a spit of land? Wasn't the water deep enough for
two legs walking across the ocean's floor?

What would an intelligent duck think paddling past
swans conferencing with each other, and a school
of scholarly fish swimming beneath them?