Saturday, August 12, 2017

Blue Fish Fly (Day 206)

Blue fish fly and catfish 
cry, on fence-posts 
beneath an apricot moon.
It’s June, and the world 
is beautiful—in bloom, 
our world is beautiful—
rising from peace, 
like a distant choir, listen 
when the wind shrugs 
her shoulders, the notes 
draped like lace on the trees. 
It’s Monday, the world is 
welcoming us, arms open, 
with a grandmother’s love, 
and maybe the worst is over, 
or almost, and maybe 
you know all the answers, 
things are already better, 
and maybe it’s not so 
frightening, watching 
the shining blue fish fly, and 
hearing the thoughtful catfish 
cry out their poems, 
high on their fence-posts 
beneath the apricot moon.



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Kolisberg via Wikimedia