My dad and I used to go to Baltimore,
to see the fishies.
I wanted to see a big shark,
the kind that leap from the ocean,
and attack full grown seals.
The sharks were never that big,
even when next to my pint size body,
and I went home wondering when
I’d finally get to see a shark,
the king of the sea,
my only fear;
the coral striking my leg,
and me flailing in a pool of blood,
awaiting to be eaten by Mr.Great White.
But I still wanted to meet him,
just to say hi,
just to have lunch,
just to get to experience something different,
less mundane,
out-of-this-world.
I still search for my great white at the mystic aquarium,
and as I grow older I find my search broadening into
course selections and travel destinations.
I will find my shark,
the kind that leaps from the ocean,
and attacks full grown seals.
We’ll all find our sharks.