My dear
sweet minnows
of all sizes & stripes
please gather close.
I must let you know
it is my time leave
our shoreline
our homeland
to search deeper waters.
We spawned together
in one great cloud
we are siblings
of the same stripe,
I shall not forget.
Do not think me as brave.
I am not bigger, faster nor agile
than any of you,
perhaps only
more foolish
more naïve.
If fate treats me kindly
I will return
& hope
I will be recognized.
From within the cloud
rises a voice.
Our Dear Minnow,
I am just one
&
believe I speak for many.
Do not confuse the depth of our waters
for shallowness.
Do remember our shoreline
it will continue to hug you
it is where our love and tears
mingle & keeps us afloat.
We who stay behind tend to those who are left.
We will greet you at the pink of each dawn.
In the depths of your swim
look for those who will help you
there are many
of all stripes & sizes.
We understand you will not live
unless you go.
A Minnow’s Moment
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