I have been inside the coke ovens
observing wildlife. Wonder: what is too easy.
Wonder what ease is. And wonder
just.
Fingers over scars and eyelashes
not thick enough to filter sunlight.
How legitimate is the waterfront
when you finally get outside
developments and condos?
The ribbon in the wood.
Breadcrumb on the floor
of some kind of fantasy.
No magic road back to whimsy
would be the ending of everything Disney
if the films rolled on for another fifteen minutes.
I saw a fish with golden and deep sea Atlantic blue scales.
He took my breath away and losing focus
I saw a squadron of pencil thin fish
above him, ready to gather
what he did not eat.
My feet in that water and
inches away I thought he was saying "hello
I am here too and if you were me
and I were you..." the thought
moved on and I
am happy to be there,
feeding the ducks again.
