Catfish Creek
by
Jennifer Angelina Petro
Some days
and more
some nights
the catfish creek
beckons me
to lift my skirt
and wade into her waters
and find rest
among the leaves
falling on my upturned face
and passing clouds
fogging my eyes
until the night comes
and drains everything
in crimson currents
where no one will find me
except the cottonmouth
and the rainbow trout
and the moon
fading in the floating palms
of my empty hands