Friday, July 11, 2014

WHILE WAITING FOR THE ANACORTES FERRY



Once, long ago, on an unreasonably hot day
like today, while waiting for the Anacortes ferry,
I jumped off the dock to cool off in Puget Sound.
Baby flounders scattered like rusted fall leaves.
One tiny fish swam into my palm—and settled in.
His eyes hadn't yet migrated all the way to one side,
so he watched me as carefully as I watched him.
When his jewel-spots changed to blend with my hand,
his eyes retained the dreams of sea and sky.

7/10/2014

I suppose I could call it a blue-eyed flounder...
this poem prompted me to dig out some old fishy poems and upload them.

ORCAS IN THE STRAITS
ACROSS THE BORDER
PIKE STREET MARKET

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