Fish

A little poem I wrote:

I caught a fish

once.

With a line and hook

I lured an emerald story

whose scales

I could not grasp.

I passed this glittering, gleaming mono syllable

from hand to hand

admiring,

without trying to understand.

The glass, corporeal being gasped

As it flipped, flopped and floundered

I wondered,

Should I let it go?

Before I acted

It stopped moving.

I dropped it,

It sank to the bottom

With the weight of my mispronunciation

I pierced its fin

Wore it around my neck

Everyone commented,

What a beautiful gem stone.

The sun bowed its head

And I proclaimed

I see,

I see