Song of a Kimbeaux

I am a fish in a big brackish sea.
I am caught on a hook.
It pulls back.
I see through murky water.
My toes squish in the mud.
I am pulled out of focus.

Little is heard
In and out of focus.
I’m a little green fish.

Anxiety chases me
Across unfamiliar ground.

Dryness

I hate this ground.
I want to swim back down that mighty, muddy river that leads me home.
A strong current pulls me.
I cannot float.

It’s pulling hard.

Atoms buzz within my skin.
I’m running and focused.

I return to the water.
I am sick of the land.
The murky water cradles my restless body.