trout

Stow stay stow stay: 8

Anna Jackson

She is lying face down
under water as still

as glass, not moving
a muscle, till

I pull her through
into the wind

and at once she is screaming
and thrashing in my arms.

She had looked so
peaceful in the water.

I saw her fall
out of my sight,

and clambered
back. Just as easy

not to have seen her fall,
found her only after

she had taken
her last sea breath.

She had looked so peaceful,
but she was not.