Mackerel

Suddenly

the ocean’s scissors,
hinted,
behind a mirror.

Gunmetal bolt
of the summer seas,
the waves’ flickering
stripe.

Oblique dash

Frantic dart

cleaving the marine
amidst your
silver company.

Taking
my hook
by surprise.

Brought to me,
blue-barred
and mottled,
rigid with
anxiety.

You chased
a trick of light.