A Fish Tale

Fish eyes stare everywhere but nowhere thorough the soft pink light.

A gurgling, a disturbance in the water, a song, but it was slight.

Rudders beat shadows like a mixing bowl

Sleeping weeds yawn, tumble and roll.

 

Then our weak eyes drifted from a lateral station

and met as though in violation

Timing so precise what could it be

Other than rebellion against the sea.

 

Evolution sliced our fins

Where your fingers formed you pulled me in

And pressed my scaleless skin upon the reef

Scraping my fragile flesh, a forceful beat

I bled like a river into the sand.

Not aware of my wounds, only the pulse of my new hands