in the light
and in the distance.
Ocean waves created a brief pond
behind a brief sandbar.
I gasped and scooped the sand underneath
the delicate little Pacific Sardine, or perhaps jeuvenile Mackerel.
We ran together-
in the wet sand in my hands,
and me flopping
in wet sandals,
until I could find deep enough water.
And, I don’t think the cormorants or pelicans saw her, either.
I hope she found her school.
It was a batch of thrilling seconds that elasticated into minutes or some kind of different time.
I forgot everything else — it was wonderful.