Tusk fish remember, return
to the rounds and ridges of loved coral
where they dash what is meant
to break open.
sifting through silt, they swim to the edge
alone, under dappled sea light.
in the passage from reef to ring they reach
a speed of thrumming stillness.
I can hope to pass under the same beams
to cut through the water dark,
and return through some fin-felt remembrance
to what’s most important.