Alison Rosalie

Rookie (March 12,1991 / Regina, SK)

My Lone Sage - Poem by Alison Rosalie

my lone Sage
stares at me through fishtank panes
his head bobbing gently
as he rests above the rocks –
in not enough water
one broken bulb
a clogged stuttering filter,
swishing around in his own shit
barely an anxious pace of space.

He flutters those striped
black and white claws
pawing into solid air
the unseen constructs
constricting his liberty

and I hope to Lord
that he is not pondering
“this is not fair, ” but
“I want to be fed.”

with his nose
flat from the glass

I hope he is not wondering
“what if this is loveless forever, ”

but

“what else, at this moment,
should I do”

and I hope,
I hope, with my heart’s deepest beat

that my scaly-skinned Sage will whisper

“sleep, ”

from inside
that
windless room.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2010



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