Catching Minnows

Catching Minnows
Emma Winchell
You slip through my fingers, again
Squirming into the rocky crevices
Of obscurity
My hands ransack the creekbed, only
Inheriting a splashing faceful
Of murky water
And the childlike indignity tastes just the same
As those August days ending in empty-palmed shame
When the White River swelled with silvery fish
And their sparkling assemblies dashed off with a wish
My jeans are rolled up to my kneecaps, again
Reaching for a fistful of your radiance, only
To watch you swim away
Emma Winchell
Poet & Student
Emma is a writer for the Literary Practicum at the Moody Bible Institute. Her work has been published in Thin Space Art & Theology Journal. You can read more of her poetry at emmawinchellphotog.wixsite.com/my-site-2
Photography by Andrea Garibay
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