Stranded (Written March 25)



Her insides, at least, were alive.

Her eye, so huge and so naked,

Looked at me. She could not move.


Her skin was very dry and cracked

Along the spine, from the sun. The groove

in which she lay held her tight


To the mud. Men and women  from their houses

Came down to help and do what is right.

She had come in with the tide


During the night. Her long, toothy mouth

Hung open, and there was blood inside.

We rubbed her up and down with rags


Soaked in sea water. Someone

Brought several big black bags

of bonefish but she refused.


To prove she was alive, she blinked.

We looked at one another, and smiled.

We cared for her until the tide came in.

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