mermaid tale

by Ed Higgins

your words that came crashing over me

so cold the clear shock was like salt water

filling any mariner's lungs caught far below decks

whose ship has impossibly broken apart

an ocean rushes tightly in on us

sheets of ice-green desperation

and I would grow gills and fins,

a mermaid's fanned tail, her kelp wavy

hair, if only you would return to me.