The fish

Abigale Tabor

It has taken over all of my feeds

and poems and I feel 

such dread

over the frailty and conditionality

of my own being, 

and how foolish

I must sound saying it, let alone

typing it, all the while

she surfaced, 

and in one photo, there is a slight

rainbow cast on her 

open mouth,

and sure, it is silly to prescribe 

happiness to her

face, but I know

only of human emotions and faces

and hers, hers was

overjoyed to finally

see a light bigger than her own 

a light capable of calling her 

home.