From the Pier
the moonlight reflecting
on the ocean waves
looks like bioluminescent
fish darting and swirling
under the surface.
They make a road,
a corridor, down
the deep navy water,
broken periodically
by cresting inertia.
If I take the road, straight
from the end of the pier,
I might find what my soul
longs for. Or, maybe,
this is the end of the road.
Maybe what I long for
is darting below me
right now, inviting
me to chase it:
to sink or to swim.
on the ocean waves
looks like bioluminescent
fish darting and swirling
under the surface.
They make a road,
a corridor, down
the deep navy water,
broken periodically
by cresting inertia.
If I take the road, straight
from the end of the pier,
I might find what my soul
longs for. Or, maybe,
this is the end of the road.
Maybe what I long for
is darting below me
right now, inviting
me to chase it:
to sink or to swim.
Emily is a Saint Leo University graduate where she received her BA in English with a specialization in creative writing. Her work has been published in The Dollhouse Magazine, Parhelion Literary Magazine, Red Cedar Review, and Inklette Magazine, among others. Find her online at emilyrosemiller.weebly.com, on Instagram @actualprincessemily, or in real life cuddling with her five cats.
