When We Were Fish by Elana Wolff

Poem Author: Elana Wolff Poem title: When We Were Fish Poem: 					our brains were small,   our vison never forward.   Sometimes we had grief  as part of the sea   our tears would flow & never show.  Life was elementary.    Your mouth on my mouth made majesty of me when we were fish   the matrix was our water.  Always we were washed.      Now we’ve air, much bigger brains,  our vision is redundant.       Still there’s grief.   Your mouth on my mouth—unwashed. A glimmer of that majesty. End of Poem. Credits: Copyright © Elana Wolff  Previously published in Riddle Fence Magazine and republished in my collection, Swoon (Guernica Editions, 2020).  Elana Wolff is the author of six collections of poetry and a collection of essays on poems. She has also co-authored, with the late Malca Litovitz, a collection of rengas; co-authored a chapbook of poems with Susie Petersiel Berg; co-edited with Julie Roorda a collection of poems written to poets and the stories that inspired them; and co-translated with Menachem Wolff poems from the Hebrew by Georg Mordechai Langer. Elana’s poems and creative nonfiction pieces have been published in Canada and internationally and have garnered awards. She has taught English for Academic Purposes at York University in Toronto and at The Hebrew University in Jerusalem. She currently divides her professional time between writing, literary editing, and designing and instructing social art courses. Her sixth collection, Swoon, is the 2020 winner of the Canadian Jewish Literary Award for Poetry.