Kinship

Kelly Moore

The rain that falls
Drops
In ever larger circles
Until the surface is scattered
And I can’t see the fish
Or myself

But I could step in
Walk in, wade in
Deeper
Until I sink in
And then maybe they’d find me
As playmate
Rather than food

Something slithers by my toes
And I scream
But the water is already full of my mouth
Full of the rain
That’s still falling
Each drop a blurry window to the sky

I realize the land
Doesn’t exist for them

Like the way our earth was flat
While the sun revolved around us

So maybe if my lungs evolve
To be like gills
And my eyelids close
Milky white, translucent
We could be friends

The rain has stopped
And the surface is smooth

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