The Lake Sturgeon
Four feet long and knobby as a dinosaur,
the dead fish stops me in my tracks.
This is Lake Ontario,
why is there a prehistoric creature in my path?
My heart races as I stand and gaze,
the lonely beach stretching, the waves lapping.
The lens of the fish’s eye stares at me
and I stare back.
I have never in my life met a fish like this.
I didn’t know fish like this lived here,
and I have lived here sixty years.
My shoes are already off.
Something is happening,
something I will carry with me
for the rest of my life.