The Fish Behind Me

It’s waiting.

Not hard to get.

.

It’s been too long,

I’ve been gotten.

Now,

with the subtle changes of time,

I slip out

of my routine.

.

I want to see if she follows.

.

~

.

Behind me,

are ribbons

moving like fish.

.

I care for them

and change their water.

They are mine.

.

~

.

Last month.

We had tilapia.

The month before

we had snapper.

The month before

we had salmon.

The month before…

.

I cut and carve my fish.

I plan it down to the minute.

I intiate the day.

I think she enjoys it.

But I now want to wait.

.

~

.

Subtle changes,

my fish drift back and forth.

We sway in the wind and rain.

We sway.

We are not discordant.

We just are.

.

We sway

and we wait.

This is the biggest change.

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