A Poem-A-Day Celebration

Poem submission by Harley Prechtel-Cortez

I breathed new life into some old language swimming around my head. 

I deciphered it’s meanings and gave it lungs from the remains of muted gills. 

Now I swallow pain night and day in the vain of things still left to say. 

My aquatic grandfather spoke a Cherokee tongue 

but that was before that teary eyed trail left him blind. 

In this cuneiform-ed wetland of a great great grand fodder, 

I was stuck with figuring out where my ancestors stood or swam. 

I knew I had too many sharks in that water so I laid these metaphors to rest. 

They now swim with fishes ever so eloquently.