I wish I am a fish
as I walk on the beach,
sandles plopping on the
soft damp sand.

A fish, praying to an
Icthusian God,
scaled, no doubt,
a kosher gefilte fish God
who created the sea
and all that in it is,
with a fin flash,
with bubbles singing,
“Fiat! Fiat!
Let there be fishes!”
and thus, we are.

It is that fish
I wish to be.
A fishy me,
praying to our fishy Father.

Me and that fish,
our God in common,
with the surf,the deep,
the sand and prayer.