The Shallow End

The Shallow End Aaron Fagan     Not what I  Am used to  Thinking of   As life -- and  More fragile --  Up from the   Riverbed, it  Trails braided  Fishing lines   From its body --  Seeing me,  It bursts away   Among trees.  My body  Quickens in   Front of my  Mind -- I sit  Quiet, docked   To the ring  Of hills  Glaring --   Up from below,  Down from  Above -- at me.