I stop washing dishes, tune my ear
to the bahia whose vocabulary has not included Slap!
out on the veranda I search for something new and
rude enough to invade our early morning quiet.
Where? My eyes scan across still water
see nothing Slap!
stirred up blue grey ripples,
watch, something must be jumping Slap!
smart enough after years of watching
my eyes follow an imaginary path to Slap!
surprised, I discount the creature I think I see
two foot circle of slick black and white made of fantastic flaps and wings
a dream creature with smiling eyes
questing for the prize, I scan, wondering Slap!
A juvenile mobula ray
practicing its flight from the depth of home into the air
Practice! who thinks of animals practicing their moves
working against the forces of sea and air Slap!
perfecting a natural instinct to be a leader?
to win a mate?
Young muscles in training Slap!
over and over, exuberance of power, over and over
Sharon Lopez Mooney, “Morning Mystery”, From Roundtable Literary Journal, Issue 55, ed. Caitlin Chester and Elizabeth Burton, Hopkinsville, KY, 2021