1Dead

We were together,

a flower fastened to the ground,

a stone cradled by a wave.

And separate

we were a pair of koi,

one swimming down into a dream,

one swimming up towards a truth it needed to find,

both smiling at each other,

both cradling the other

fins, outstretched,

as if fish could,

reaching and holding the opposite

in reticence, promise to just

be.

But the flower fell down

for its strings have unraveled

come undone

and unfastened.

The wave slowly creeps upon the stone

further and further away

and it fades

and drys, burns in the sun

while the flower wilts

and darkens

before it dies completely away,

the ashes of it,

covering two

belly-up, orange koi.