Slide on the bubbles of dew
when the sun is unblinking for
hours while we wait: wet and
hungry and breathing fire.
Light travels in waves and we
can see the fish consume it
as it surges to where we stand.
Can you jump over the wisps
before they catch you and eat
you whole? Our coxswain recedes
with sweat on his brow, oars
dip burnt stubs to a bed of
bonemeal and blonde relics:
it’s exhausting to watch.
