a small fish
trapped
at the
bottom
of a scum-covered pond
might, just might,
understand how I feel
when you talk to me
or even simply
smile at me
it’s as if the
sun
has broken through
the algae blanket
and cast it’s light upon
a cold and lonely
underwater tableau
gone too long in darkness;
warm light and
brilliant
images take my breath
away
because I know that I
crossed your mind
if only for a moment
like the sun
upon that
happy little
fish
(c) Ron Sparks 01/12/08
Such wondrous words Ron.I called the pools and pond maintenance crew. Seems a shame to scatter my crumbs on the surface because as you come up to investigate, those ravens in the shadows await your arrival.Tee hee.Funny that now light is bathing your pond it seems smaller because you only have eyes for….My best wishes and dearest regard to you both,