It was a day when the ocean
lay still, merging its salty
wetness with the dank side
of the sky and the air was thick
with fish, so thick that you
could see them—in full color,
I might add—darting and turning
through the edges of waves before
losing their way in the deep.
There were bluefish, I forget
how many now, but I counted
them then, razor teeth
wreaking havoc to rings
of glass minnows and shiners,
astral bodies thin as light,
flashy as a diamond jig. Then
the needlefish, sturgeon, marlin
and sharks, nosing their way
through the sea. There were more:
blowfish with their swelled bellies
and squared shape, dogfish,
schooling alewife, skates and rays,
bass, even a pair of seahorse.
But the loveliest sight of all
was a single angelfish,
painted in the prettiest blue
and gold an artist might ever see,
making its gentle way back
to the place where I drifted off,
offering its heavenly peace.
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Koi photo by Jan Logozzo. Poem, Counting Fish, by Mary O’Connor © 2016
Love it Mary !!
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Thanks!
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Very lovely, very calming.
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😊
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Such beautiful words describing a beautiful “sweet spot!”
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Dear Mary, talked to Jan and I’m still out here loving the two of you. I didn’t know about your blog, but don’t do any of the media. How do I get it?
Love, Zack
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