Gutted, a fish out of water.
It was dark then, but now,
There’s a night with no stars.
The ice always looks so sturdy
But even ice can melt, with time.
Lies lured me from my pond,
And now I’m hollow, hung out to dry.
Memories make a meager meal,
And so I must be the next course.
Mouth opening, closing, gasping;
No air, floundering in death throes.
I’m out of place.
Copyright © Karlin K. Jensen