Unclassified (Poetry)

Fish swim in — too colourful for natives —
scales flickering in diffused light
that catches tips of fins
where they scrape the roofs of brain coral caverns
and mouth words into the shadows

shapes half-familiar and yet strange —
unplaceable — no exact match anywhere
the struggle to resolve identity
drowning in a current found suddenly too strong
they shoal away dissolving leave no clue

except a knowledge — a faint watermark
a truth imprinted like the fading scar
of some old wound that aches from time to time
misfiled as a rogue memory —
an unclassified trailer — almost fiction.