You With The Knees Of A Fish

By Michael Schmidt

You with the knees of a fish,
You with the fish’s ears, the tongue in your round
Mouth that’s nibbling the sweet air,
You with a fish’s patience, on your side
Under the hot plank ot the keel, hook in your lip,
And your tail twitching like a bothered lily,
And the taste of your own bleeding on the air, salt on the sweetness,
You with a fish’s voice, singing and still
Your aria, and the blue-silver flecks of light,
The water’s scales, breathing the breeze
Abundant and not for you, you with a hook,
Absurd, you with lidless mercuried eyes;
And the reel whistles, the tall man’s cast at you.