by RACHEL BEHRENS - October 10, 2019
Standing on an ocean
of frigid winter waters,
tantalized by the Shark
chilled in time beneath,
Its unusual calmness,
speckled by the last feeling
of a fin upon the water's blade,
is maintained within its Eyes.
A fabled relic
unbothered by the ice,
No driving force is
hot enough to soften
this delicate Predator
still waiting to be discovered.
For I have yet to get the strength
to melt the ocean waves.