2011
06.14
06.14
the fish confide in me
silently
I know what they have in mind
or what my mind has in mind for them
just a little world domination
under sea level
so I can breathe without air
just a bit of transparency
in the water
so I can swim with my eyes open
I speak my mind to the fish
they see me
as one of their own
what fisherman
is waiting there
for me?
Ichthyology by A. Molotkov: http://amphibi.us/all/ichthyology/
Not bad, not bad at all. Makes me think a great deal about how things are these days in many ways in our world and in our country. I like to think of this poem as a hidden “Molotkov Cocktail” with apologies to the author for the pun intended.