He had been aware of this sound in the house,
a sound without a visible source, he could only
assume it was a ghost. His invisible house
After sharing the house with Albert for
weeks (relaxing like a television image
in a pool of clear sea water that Albert replaced
twice a day, with gourmet minced kelp to eat)
it took this quiet October morning for the fish
to finally notice the ghost too.
He opened his eyes.
“What’s that noise?”
Albert sat and listened to the ghost
“There’s a spook in your house!”
“Yes,” Albert told the fish. “I know.”
And then something miraculous
occurred. The fish chimed,
“I want out of here!”
On the journey back to the sea,
the fish went on and on about it.
“That’s one thing we don’t have to
put up with in the ocean. If there’s
any ghosts, the tide takes care of them
and washes them away.”
The October wind was picking up
and it was hard rowing but even
the cold blowing couldn’t drown out
that fish’s talking.
Albert stopped in the same place
that used to be lucky for him,
the bed of brown kelp leaves.
The sea parrot was back in the bucket
waving its fins. It took its own little white
cast off—that’s how much a hurry it was in.
Albert lifted the bucket by rope and began
to lower it hand over hand.
The sea parrot was going in reverse,
taking the exact opposite journey
on a line back to the water, hopefully
He let the bucket sink into a wave,
he could see the fish flap out and
blur away into the murkiness, then
he pulled the fresh weight of water
back up again. It was heavy but to
Albert it felt so much lighter.
to be continued...
(Ghost with Fish picture by Rustle)