Dad brought me fishing
took hold of a herring
broken on stones
we passed
no one but a boat
one hundred metres off
a cuttlefish
swam spectre-like
You know what they eat
the sea he said
fascinated
I fell
in the vision
I was blue scarlet
Dad carried me on
his father’s back
I remember him breathing
that gap in the reef ∎
Words by Meesha Williams. Art by Nat Cheung.