I was four
and I was drowning
flipped and taken by a wave
Upside-down
in a bright inflated ring
toes reach for sky…

All I remember are the fish
lots and lots of fish
Dark shapes
thrusting through
watered sunlight and muted sound
Fish so intriguing, so fleet
that perhaps I held my breath…

A stranger pulled me from the gulf
by my feet
but I still see fish
brown shapes chasing
in poetical synchrony
as though perhaps I’m swimming
I never left the sea…