I had an aquarium full of tropical fish
Window on a slice of water
Filled with darting swimmers
After a long day’s work I’d watch them feed
My thoughts settled along with the flakes
Those that made it to the bottom
Some of my thoughts didn’t settle either
They got swallowed by circumstance or accident
But as the fish swam and fed
I let the memories of the day reverberate
Echoes drifting like clown loaches
Or dramatic as angel fish gliding
Aquatic plants swayed in the bubble current
As my bubble thoughts slowly popped
The day dissolved into familiarity
A slice of life observed
David Trudel © 2013
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