Don't Push the Tide

Rippling sapphire emerald black

mackerel glide, watered silk

wavering on the sea.

Turning they splash surprising tails!

I would not have one wrenched

from their drenched comraderie

alone to tarnish, anguish, die for me.

Mackerel Goddess: rise to my call!

Slender flute unfurl

Your soundless shimmer, shine,

opal and iridescent pearl!

Friend, befriend me as You will.

I will not try to call You mine.

© Tamara Rasmussen 201Y