I saw a fish in sleep

beneath a curly wave

dreaming in a prophet-trance,

its lips and fins relaxed, no resistance

against the water’s sway.

       Some say the fish was dead,

but I could see its eyes enflamed,

traveling deep in a vision unnamed into

crevices of underwater caves, finding

peace in a pitch-black reverie.

       I cupped that fish inside my hand

and still it did not move, continuing its

placid ephemeral journey,

now journeying into the sky,

able to breathe, transitioning

into flight and becoming intimate

with the sun’s heat like never before.

       That fish was so far gone

into a state of transcendence as

I released it back into its salty wet home,

kissing it forehead first.

       I felt it absorb my love

under its scales, floating away from me,

silver and white.

       Tranquil, in steady rapture,

I watched it vanish as it rolled

across and under the oceans’ blanket,

as though it never was.



Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst



Published in “Poets’ Espresso Review, Volume 14 Issue 4” November 2022

PE Vol. 14 Issue 4 Summer, Fall 2022 October 2022



First published in “Ink Pantry” June 2022



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