Creative Writing

Part-time fish

My friends stay in the shallows
Their dog whines at the shore.
She isn't sure why I'm a lake creature now
Lose my land-legs to go deeper.
Pirouette in the water. One arm
After another. I rain-dance the rhythm
Of leaf-drop, darkness, and fall.

I'm a thousand years old. I was born in this mud
Murk-inches lie ancient, below me.
Where leeches lie waiting, where eggs begin hatching
I'm dying and living, again and again.

Legs heavy and awkward at the dock ladder
Dripping onto manhandled wood.
These blue skies won't last much longer.
I take the hand of my lover
Heart as deep as the lake
Bounded by seasons changing forever.

Photo by me, taken at Grace Lake

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