In Stagnant Water

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.

Keep moving.


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