A Night Swim
By Melinda Giordano
The moon had been in Pisces. For several days it was a slim crescent, providing just enough light for the starry fish to swim in – breathing in the radiance, the austere, pale light.
The luminous curve did not lie on the left or right side of the capricious satellite. It was on the bottom: a drink that will become larger as the moon grows full and generous. Pisces splashed in the glowing ocean as the astronomers waited, marking its orbit across the arid night sky. Like hooks, their numbers and equations will pull the fish from their tranquil sea, trapping them in a net thrown across the galaxy.
And when the mystic trawl drags them from the bright water they will lay gasping against the sky. Stars and planets will swirl around fins and gills, edging against scales – glittering like a diamante skin.
There was no bait that could lure the fish from the moon’s pretty shores. They swam throughout the night until the moon became filled with light, forcing Pisces into the dry darkness. Sprawled in constellations, the fish wait – for the waters to recede, giving them a chance to slip once more into the moon’s shining waves.
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Melinda Giordano is from Los Angeles, California. She has been published in Lake Effect Magazine and dansemacabreonline.com, gloomcupboard.com, and batteredsuitcase.com. She studies many histories - artistic, political - and anything to do with Aubrey Beardsley.
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