Jonah

By Jeremy Pollacks. -- S.G.M.

Rise, go unto Nineveh, the great city, and cry againstit that their wickedness hath come up before Me.Jonah 1:2

The moon swung seaward, like a bitten quiche.The boat bobbed like a bathtub on a leash.Perhaps the tub would make it to Tarshish.Jonah swayed (slightly green-faced) in the prow.There wasn’t night enough to turn back now.

What sort of prophet was he? One whose luckHad been to see harm coming, and to duck!Why not send Nineveh a fire truck?The moon sank, and the eastern sky grew pale,And the boat bucked, and Jonah saw a whale.

________________________________________________________________________Jeremy Pollacks is a freelance Catholic writer (and whale apologist) living in Boston.