Love Poem for a Fish
More tree then fish
The Atlantic sturgeon are huge, slow growing, and old
Their scales remember the years in rings of growth
Their eyes remember truths about the bottom of the ocean
When I first drove cross country
From the east coast to the West
The sky was terrifyingly huge
And I couldn't fathom how small and
Not blue I was
The Atlantic sturgeon is born in the freshwater Hudson river,
Swims out to sea as an adult
And then returns to the freshwater where it was born to mate
Where they go to sea, no one can follow
But they return each year
A magnet inside of them unwavering
Insisting:
This way towards home
This way towards home
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