While I wait for the first raindrop
Of the day, you are there in the silence
Of the aquarium, placid, not moving, waiting to be seen.
While I wait for the elevator to open,
You caught my attention
By the colors of your body, neon
Blue crisscrossing the yellow
Tang of orange sprinkled on the dorsal fin, with linings of black
To a puzzle, a maze, a labyrinth
Reminding me of a cartoon movie I saw yesterday
While my nephew is being bathed
By my brother and his wife.
The blue tang finds her own parents
The gist was beyond that, I think:
It’s about finding one’s self amidst oblivion
When our dear memory forgets
Its own memory.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
While I wait for the first raindrop
Of the day, you are there in the silence
Of the aquarium, placid, not moving, waiting to be seen.
While I wait for the elevator to open,
You caught my attention
By the colors of your body, neon
Blue crisscrossing the yellow
Tang of orange sprinkled on the dorsal fin, with linings of black
To a puzzle, a maze, a labyrinth
Reminding me of a cartoon movie I saw yesterday
While my nephew is being bathed
By my brother and his wife.
The blue tang finds her own parents
The gist was beyond that, I think:
It’s about finding one’s self amidst oblivion
When our dear memory forgets
Its own memory.
