Ode to the Fish by Ellen Bass
Nights when I can’t sleep, I listen to the sea lionsbarking from the rocks off the lighthouse.I look out the black window into the black nightand think about fish stirring the oceans.Muscular tuna, their lunge and thrashchurning the water, whipping up a squall,storm of hunger. Herring cruising,river of silver in the sea, wide as a lit city.And all the small breaths: pulseof frilled jellyfish, thrust of squid,frenzy of krill, transparent skin glowinggreen with the #Poetry