Calesthinics Writing Plath

I too am silent before the water.
beneath the sky, where some sophist moon
passes into loveliness. I am nameless, too,

ripped from the glass of the lake.
Chinook Salmon, Pacific Halibut,
Rainbow Trout ride on the silver
of Kenai, of Kasilof. Deep in the blue
facades of their longing, they never
return to the gleam. never, never
return to the gleam. The water inside
me like a stone.

I too mother, I too, am salient to to salient,
will you be silent now that I am salient, will you.
Father will you be there in between the rope,
the sky and gleam. will we fish again for the neck.
I cannot catch your black shoes you and you and 
you mother and you father please silence, silence please
The leaves have all fallen, now shoo shoo black shoes;
down below kanai with you.