ANGELA WEI
A Glimpse
A fish found
its way onto my hook.
I watched its scales
wink in the light like sullen words.
The lullaby of its tail
sang into black threads,
and its eyes roved wild,
pearls seeking water.
It was a stroke flickering
in the muddy lake.
I bent my head
to catch the breath
falling from its gills,
and I heard nothing but
a depth like the last drop
of love.