Goldfish…a passing distraction
The fish looked with a blank expression,
fixed on my eyes,
as if to wonder what lay beyond the water,
yet its life appeared in and exhalation alone,
its mouth an open and shut trap
for algae, its habitual zone.
It knew the water’s end,
that glass, a hard water limit,
and accepted the box it lived in,
each pass, each swim somewhat reminiscent,
of all the moments,
minutes, hours and days it lived, alone.
I looked for sadness, loneliness
or just boredom in its eyes,
just the feeling it was thinking of me,
how I became to be beyond the hard water,
in such a big box.
After a moment the fish departed,
swimming its route, its mouth agog,
each breath a resounding will to live
and me a mere distraction,
from the day of a goldfish,
its languid sanctum of freedom.
Then its stopped, looked into my eyes….
Tony DeLorger © 2016