To My Protector
Oh my beautiful shark, sleep now.
Rest as I stroke you. Snooze. You
have done your job all these years.
You have struck decisively, warned me,
kept me alive. Even in sleep, your fish-eye—
naked, ruthless, wide
You have attacked more than needed,
heard the ancient threats, real
though not. Your terrible teeth
tore at what we feared—death.
No need for striking now. Sleep
in the suffusing oxygen of my amygdala
assured you have served well.
As for me,
I understand why you stayed so long.
But sleep now, friend.
Retire into the gentle hum—cave
of violet light.
Do not miss me
as I swim from your side
where all these loyal years
I have floated, afraid of ocean-vast.
A curtain of golden green
light beckons where below, lobes
of algae sway in currents. And from there,
I kick into distance I cannot measure.