Simple Curiosity - Aug. 14, 2026

if you or I were one of my goldfish

it wouldn’t take long for us to show

something like pond misery,

lolling bored under a lily pad

sitting sadly on the bottom

or staring with hopeless eyes at the sky

humans despise prisons of any kind

while fish can make a life

even a happy one from simple curiosity,

of the shadow that crawls over the lily

of all that falls to the muddy bottom

and so much still-time to ponder stars,

impossible to do in an aquarium

at night they can also watch

those mysterious silhouettes,

of leaves and creatures,

stirring under a second sun,

the one that rises after dark