Catch and Release

Another one slips
into the dark sea.

Down she goes.
Her golden scales

aglow against a
a blue moon.

Right out of my
hands with hardly

a splash. It wasn't
love, but affection

dulled by a hundred
others caught

on a silver hook.
This water, these fish,

numb me to the bone.
My arms and heart

are weary
from the catch.

I have to row
to shore, and away,

seek dry and high
land to gather

my senses,
to be made whole

and sane again
towards love and what

the ocean in mystery
holds.