The Spear Cuts Through Water

by Simon Jimenez

there is no barrier in this life that love cannot overcome.

That creature born of the dance between the lunar wane and ebbing tide, now cast in their role as the eternal performer of the Sleeping Sea.

We were moths to her light. It was the only light we could see.

What would you tell someone whose forgiveness you sought? Think on that, and when you get there, tell her something kind.”

The creature pocketed the memory. The quiet river and the rolling clouds and the tall yellow grass. It pocketed the sweet smell and the light snoring of the small humans who flanked its shell. It pocketed the fiery sun and the green-gray water and the sound of directionless birdsong. Turned it into a memory worth keeping. And it promised itself that one day, when it was safe to, it would share with its brethren this memory of a beautiful morning; without chains, or hungry heart.