the fisherman’s daughter
knew how to bait a hook, catch some looks
trout scales decorating her hair instead of glitter
the fisherman’s daughter
taking her father’s ship by the helm
armed with a net, a spear, and a smile
the fisherman’s daughter
learning to be sure-footed on a bucking deck
tangled in ropes, tangled in hopes
the fisherman’s daughter
laughing in the wind
sights set on the horizon
the fisherman’s daughter
plotting her path by the stars and heavens
confusing the sky with its reflection
the fisherman’s daughter
staring at the waves
trying to ignore the way the siren’s call beckons
the fisherman’s daughter
always such a strong swimmer
disappears on her own adventure
she once was the fisherman’s daughter
than she was no one at all
just sea foam