Marlin Strike
by Paul Pines
He breaks
the surface a splinter of buried light
tail-walks the water
dives back
runs/ tugs/ stops/ circles/ approaches
runs again.
He and I.
We speak through the line.
He tells me how much he wants to live
rejoices in his power
before tiring
then comes willingly along
our starboard side.
Caleb “wires him”
holds him close
talking softly
strokes his bill
removes the hook
swims him until
his color
returns
deep purple stripes
and his gills
move again
serene
The fish bites down twice
gently on Caleb’s hand — signals
he’s ready to go
we gaze into
the perfect roundness of his eye
and watch the boundary
between us
dissolve
glimpse
in that great wink of eternity
the Divine Child
watch him swim
away
the unconscious
conscious of
itself