Shadow over the reef
For an hour, my children and I watch ocean life
images on TV.
"That ray doesn't look human, does he?" Mark asks.
"So beautiful! The forms a jellyfish can take!"
"Where is his brain? I bet he hasn't got a
brain," Mark says.
"Every living creature has a brain," I guess.
The moray eel swallows the angel
who tried to swallow the octopus.
A tiny fish with eyes that rotate
in different directions
"Some eat you,
and some you eat."
"It's that way in nature," I tell
"if the eel didn't eat the angel
he would starve and die."
A shadow moves across the ocean
Man-made nets drag, scouring
like steel wool scrapes crust
from a frying pan.
All life gathered up
is dropped upon the deck.
My children and I stare, silent.
The tiny, red octopus slips across
an undersized lobster, sea slug,
sting ray, shark.
Fisherman fingers move gingerly
remove five pounds of shrimp. Done, the fisherman sweeps
five hundred pounds of dead sea
Beneath the ocean's skin, they
Dappled sunlight plays upon their
They do not know,
glide, like music,
© Linda Lockett Eisele 2002