TO A FISH

i like the way you do things
effortlessly

you simply stay still on the water

and then slide away

nothing to pack and put on a

sack or keep as a memory

i despise myself from working
too much

you are in that clear pond and you look at me
and there is nothing really done in magnificence to

make your eyes show all the
wonders of your world in  a light & slimy  body silent

in a pond with the moss on the rocks  and
the lilies on top of your head and the ripples of the water caused by your

fins and your mouth gropes for nothing expensive
 but just air.