FISH TEARS

In a hollow hum of motion,
Constantly cutting the oceans,
She swims.
Her being is movement,
Uncontrolled and free,
Silent-strong lines of strokes,
Of movement.
Images cutting the wet sight,
She moves through the immense waters,
She moves through the immense time.
When suddenly,
She knows not what,
She can't move-she can't move,
The hard struck in her gills,
Speared and nailed in pain.
Left high and dry,
She writhes, fights the world,
Reaching the gism heights of life,
Now she knows,
On this dry surface,
She had cried tears in water,
Tears that are now the sea.
Surrendering,
She sees black through her lidless eyes.