I Dreamt I Was Catching Fish Last Night

I dreamt I was catching fish last night. The sea was flat as my once white sheets, Stars hung like lanterns, cold and watching. I cast once. The line sang. The pull came sure. It bent the rod like a prayer. The fish didn’t fight. It came easy. Too easy. It stared with human eyes. I cleaned it on the shore. Its blood was warm. It smelled like iron ore and memory. I woke with empty hands. And the salt still on my lips.