Posts Tagged ‘fish’

I would not choose to be a fish,

always staring with jelly-globe eyes.

True, glittering scales are one consolation,

but always the threat of being eaten,

and always (excuse my vanity) that stupid, gaping mouth.

I would not choose to be a frog,

gulping air by the barrel-full each day,

and always the threat–

if I keep my current sense of direction– of

dessication, because I leaped

far away from a blue crystal pond,

and ended up far from any body of water.

I would not choose to be a bird,

for if the human sense remains,

I would never soar too far off the ground, and

would wind up tangled in a telephone wire,

because I have to wonder if both my and a bird’s attention

spans are about the same short length…

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The river flows through the forest,

never stopping, always rushing,

with it come fish and debris

swept up in its current

then deposited cruelly in a place they do not recognize.

But the trees stand firmly,

proud and tall.

Branches billow in the breeze.

They are quiet homes for birds and other creatures.

They provide food, and they do not protest.

The chaotic river runs wilder and wilder,

gaining speed toward the edge of the forest.

It grabs whatever it can find and

drags these things over the edge

of the forest where

the tranquility is gone.

The fish and the rocks

swept away by the river

perish at the end of their descent.