I saw a fish swimming in stagnant water,
swaying as a drunk or an addict along the street
after a dose laced with fentynal.
It frightened me. How did it get there
with no apparent entrance and how does it
leave the putrid without an exit. It must have been sleeping
when the waters around it evaporated sealing it in the
watery prison soon to be grave. Start flopping now,
move, get to fresh water I willed it, knowing the pond was too far
for the fish to fling its limbless body .
I pick it up then, and carry it quickly back to the
pond where new rains, an underground spring bring
forth daily oxygen, breathable water.
Body, mind or soul, keep moving.
Do not become trapped in stagnant water.