wavy
in shallow sweet water
river herring mass in schools
my dark shadow makes them
wary,
perhaps it’s worries of herring gull
beaks dipping, bobbing in
the bubbling brook
water
snatching silver fish bent only on
heeding an ancient call, the pull
to swim, braving rocky upstream
whitewater
to climb, silver, bony, iridescent
travelers of salty sea, stream to natal pools
swimmers lead on by scents of home
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
