Thursday, February 24, 2011

Way Closes

   The water is anoxic; gasping koi stir up mud as they swim laps through excessive phytoplankton. I am a fish, completely at home here.  When the gnarled hand lowers to lift me from the pond, I defy my biological destiny, and  pursue new ways of respiration. Wonder where I'll land?


  1. Beautiful whatever-it-is. Not sure if you'd call this a poem, but I love the cleverness to it.

  2. Not a poem, just a breath/moment in the life...thank you for your comment!