Reflection 88.. Poem by RIC BASTASA

on a small aquarium
we can always be small fishes
on the generosity
of sharing whatever
available space

but we are not destined
to be simply like that
everyday our gills breath
for the salt of the ocean
dreaming of the corals on
the deepest ocean floors

and then we are finally thrown
to the sea
the oceans challenge us
to swim faster
and fathom more depths
we develop our own
radars
we grow into the sizes of
whales
and some opted
as sharks

that is life again
air that always occupies
volume

flexible like rubber
without that snap