Fish Story



Lured

 

 

An invisible pull yanked me into a world

Two-leg Liz & friend
Riviere Brock Nord, Quebec, 1995

of alien birdcalls, whitecaps, treetops

 

The wide blue wind left me gasping

on the other side of the mirror 

following a hope

so bright it hurt,

that wild swoop upward.

 

So be it!

 

I could not have imagined

but now, let it happen—

teach me to breathe air.

 

Still,

In that moment of surrender

I was dropped through the looking-glass

 

home

inaccessible

so close by

 

left to swim the old currents,

my heart too full of sky.

 

 



~L.H. 1995