POE T R Y P O E T R Y GABRIEL D. FERNÁNDEZ says, I have recently partnered with my brother Rick in my personal injury litigation practice in Tucson. I am thankful to my wife and children who endure my “Big Fish” stories (I secretly believe they think I am slowly losing my mind based on some of the things that issue from my cerebrum). I released my inner writer two years ago when I decided to put on paper a thought about swallowing bugs that had developed while cycling, and I have since been pleasantly surprised at how many more thoughts enter my head at all hours of the day and night that develop into poems or short stories. I hope this literary ride doesn’t end any time soon. My Shadow I ran into my shadow the other day. I was walking along a sandy beach in a remote fishing village in Mexico when I felt an apprehensive tap on my right shoulder. “I thought that was you,” he said. “It’s been awhile. You look great.” I lied and responded in kind, when in fact, if truth be told, he was a little pudgy around the edges and seemed a little worse for the wear. He asked how I’d been and if everything was good in my world. He asked, with a playful poke to my stomach,
if I’d been getting enough to eat.
It was a beautiful day, the sun
colors slathered the sky as if
painted there by Picasso himself.
Kayakers, boaters and swimmers
were escaping the full
throttle of reality and were seeking
the refuge that the iridescent
blue promised to provide.
All the beauty made me vulnerable.
An apology for my behavior and
obvious disregard for
his appearance was tiptoeing past
when an errant frisbee landed at
my feet and awakened me from
“I’m eating alright I suppose.”
“Life is good,” I said,
and almost a little grudgingly. I
was eager to be on my
way. The shame and self-loathing
were beginning to froth.
“It was nice catching up, we
should do it again soon,”
I muttered, while walking away
and looking over my shoulder
that he wouldn’t be following me.
BY GABRIEL FERNÁNDEZ
Gabriel Fernández honorablemention