Axolotl Adrift: A Vanishing Poem
Swish, swash, the waters rise,
Moonlit shadows in disguise.
Two shimmering eyes, so bold and stark,
Glimmer softly through the dark.
With delicate gills, the axolotl waits,
Where shadows dance, it meditates.
Her kin are scattered, a fleeting view,
So rare, so precious and far too few.
Howling winds, the tempest blusters
For the courage she must muster.
To live, to strive, to find a way,
To face the storm, to stand and stay.
Whirl, twirl, the darkness deepens,
Lost to time, her future steepens.
Eyes veiled, it awaits,
Unaware of its own fate.
Moonlit shadows in disguise.
Two shimmering eyes, so bold and stark,
Glimmer softly through the dark.
With delicate gills, the axolotl waits,
Where shadows dance, it meditates.
Her kin are scattered, a fleeting view,
So rare, so precious and far too few.
Howling winds, the tempest blusters
For the courage she must muster.
To live, to strive, to find a way,
To face the storm, to stand and stay.
Whirl, twirl, the darkness deepens,
Lost to time, her future steepens.
Eyes veiled, it awaits,
Unaware of its own fate.
This poem is copyright (©) Yessi Robles 2026
About the Writer
Yessi Robles
Yessi is an agented author of picture books, middle grade, and adult novels. Born and raised in Los Angeles to immigrant parents, she is the first college graduate. After teaching for a couple of years in South Central LA, Yessi relocated to Nevada, then Washington, where she currently resides with her husband and three children.
