the sunfish

the lure
of a yellowed
sunfish,
flat
as
the sun itself
over
cape cod
bay
pulls your
small body
into the soft
still
water.
your hand
reaches out
to touch it,
and it does
as your feet
sink
into a hole.
with frantic
pause
your eyes and
nose
fill with the cold
bay, early
in the morning
where there is
no one up
or around
to save you,
but somehow,
you are saved
though unsure
why,
even until this
day.