the sunfish

I remember walking
out
into the water, a still gold
coin
above the early
morning blue.
a bright room
without a door.
just me slipping in.
the house asleep.
the warm flow
of cape cod bay.
touching a sunfish with
my hand,
against my pale leg.
I chased it.
my feet digging into
the soft sand.
then the water took me.
above my shoulders,
my chin,
my eyes.
the radiant glare
of sun
between light
and darkness. somehow
i was saved.