DAY FISHING

Through this ocean wet.

My voice, free to thrive.

Sea fish within dive.

Reach in, draw the net.

 

There you are, at last…

Tell me what you have seen…

Tell me everything…

Drip oozed from the bass.

 

Toss away, reach in.

Javelin, strike hard.

Pierce my heart apart.

And yet, it’s all vain.

 

Where did my brain go...

Where did the fish fish...

Dance with my days, swish

through unconscious flow.

 

Only to be drawn,

raised to the heavens.

It zoomed through its lens.

Bent, smelling of prawns.

 

Tossed to the shallow,

The dripping, blue bass

tracked my descent as

I breathed, gasped, swallowed.

 

I wade with the waves,

drawing with the prawns

spawning beyond dawn.

My voice leads the day.

Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.

Noah Carmona

VT

19 years old

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