What he saw: fish laid out on stalls
at the marketplace, arrowhead pattern of scales
repeated in the nets that caught them,
shadows sliced on the gnomon’s tongue
for time’s sake. What he did not see
was the earth from space, like a child’s blue
and white marble tossed into black.
Yet, like fish drowned in air

to sustain a different breath, he knew sky
loops beyond night in boundless re-beginning

or, in other words, he saw without sight.