Koi Fish | Mary Bone
Koi fish swimming
in a bowl,
looking for food.
Floating eyes
are mirrors
looking back
at me.
Koi fish swimming
in a bowl,
looking for food.
Floating eyes
are mirrors
looking back
at me.
Click goes the invisible
Receiver, Hello, brother,
A strange voice answers,
I say, Yes, did you publish
My poem, Yes, he says.
I look for it all day but
My wounded words must
Have limped away.
Sea changes
offshore, will-o’-the-wisp,
often foam eats the sea
and the distant houses
fade into oblivion.
Drag a carcass into the sea
death has manifold visions
shark teeth is one of them and alligators cruising.
Turning around
salt in the air thickens
not the fog, a musty smell
saying that evening must not end, equinoxes or not
things must happen
then disappear like quicksilver, evening thickens, the turn around
washes away sky blues.
Here I am,
There I go.
Am I coming or going?
Well, I don’t know.
But looking in from all around.
It seems I’m forwards, backwards, up, and down.
The last visit you
told me what you had
never told before
with your moist eyes
many things you thought
I should understand,
I felt deep in me stirring
every past day you had given me
with only dreams that stay
challenging even today.