Monachopsis

When I first breached the sea

my gills gasped wildly,

desperate in air,

tail flailed for survival,

no part of me fit for

where I found myself,

scales aflame

on the saw teeth of sand,

body that once moved fluid,

now senseless, ever more

motionless,

sun overcame

my unwatered flesh and 

eyes unshining,

life dimmed, 

fish from water.