Poem: NOT JUST ANOTHER FISH STORY

In homage to Patrick Lane on his birthday

Thanks to Mark Doty

The rude dust once snaked under your cap
when you were a boy

and you didn’t dither or hang back

just left a question mark
in those railings of boned sky
you called home.

Now you gaze with fresh gratitude
at the small flicks of summer moths
as they plunder the heavy browed night.

Dig in the earth
to look for your voice
and pull out a word

alive

with the stasis of mackerel
and the delicious hard bite

of this one

luminescent moment
caught in relief.