Because last night was the 9th Annual Faculty and Staff Poetry and because the 'She' in the title could not be there, and because I have three posts to make in two days, here is a poem I read last night....perhaps another one later. My goal with this poem was to capture the tragic fear of the moment while still celebrating the post-event entertainment value of the story...
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She Rescues Fish
Child safely on the bus
Never noticing the tank
Which seemed fishless
No hungry fin calling
Panic.
She lifts dripping items
One by one from the tank
Until one hollow rock
Has a new sound
Hope.
Not just water dripping
But a strange flapping
As a tail fin striking
Desperate against rock
Curiosity.
Somehow stuck inside
A bizarre problem
That somehow reflects
An unusual life
Memory.
This same fish once
Sailed, waterless
To land across a room
Flipping much the same.
Focused.
The problem at hand
Submerge the rock
Peer through refraction
To awkwardly release
Triumph.
Languished swimming
Mother saved
No lies, no tears.
Except her own.
Relief.
One small shining deed
Lost in the sea of the world
But monumentally important
To one fish, one boy.
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Love this! What a beautiful take on Brooke's story!
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