Once I imagined

                                                         

 my country saying I am sorry for not
                                           

 being big enough for you to grow out

                            

 of sooner. You, always leaping upstream,
            

  hook-teethed and flashing silver, a

reminder that the most beautiful
             

 things will kill us. I hope the ocean 

   loves you so much you feel free in its

                                 

 arms.