Lost Fish

I was never good at speaking
it was always a frustrating
thing to me.
Uncle Louie described me
as standoffish,
but I was just a lost fish,
scared of other in the sea.
I observed the others.
I looked up to my brother
and I thank God for my
father and mother
I felt like we had to look out
for one another…
Very peculiar we all were
for sure.
But maybe that’s why I love
a good mystery
cause isn’t that what it is to be?
Once just an egg
in our mother’s mother’s belly,
just a salmon
 swimming upstream
trying to find our way
back to U and I and ME.


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