Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Poetry - The Fish


The Fish

 
Silver-sleek they appeared

undulating, lithe to and fro 

as I stayed afloat unaware until they thrust before me

their finger-length majesty.

Patient for them to accept my outstretched hands

I bathed in carefree salty ripples

a beggar awaiting alms

giving charity to goodness itself.

First two, then four, a dozen

they danced about me, taunting, teasing,

luring me into greater depths.



And so I followed their soft disturbance of the water

until I fell into their trap

and became

human. 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

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