Caught in the Current.
May 15, 2007
I see your broken fin,
angelfish.
You are on the surface
of the smooth, black pool,
floundering, crying for attention.
Ripples catapult to my feet,
synchronized with your
distress like a beacon of morse code.
My toes curl into the water,
as you wade my way.
You wrap your fin around my ankle
like a snake suffocating
its prey.
I give in to your pressure
and drift aimlessly
like a lily caught in the current.
