The Miraculous
Draught of Fishes

Peter, feet half-weight
in the sea, swims.

Miraculous, ordinary.
Paint only stilettos
what’s true: reach.

That mirror can test each
unaware. The test paints
you as a boat. Filled.

You afloat. You amorphic
disaster. The kingpin cast
as fish. Prevent this
sink I feel.

*

Silent, silent
army, still
& glass, it’s
over, weight
of cheek, fish
gill, wing

Shamefaced
behooked no
semblance
Saviour
it’s over
harbored
pearls

I would pull
any of them
underwater
with me if
He asked to

*

First light then
disaster the old
ones say in the
beginning it was
light then swim
to disaster then
light after