Through A Fish Eye Poem by Martin Moore

THROUGH A FISH EYE
My swollen home in constant flux, is flowing
Charged with its gravid December spate
Silt-laden, clay-coloured, ever growing
Expanding outwards through submerged floodgates.
I've abandoned my bountiful summer lies
Lost to the kings angry fluid strength
This unknown world through my fish eyes
My calm, habitual surroundings rent
The blinding waters filter through my gills
I strive for oxygen in alluvial mud
The molten banks without their summer frills
Guide me through this unrelenting flood
I try to find a quiet, unruffled eddy
Where, in abundance, evicted worms will land
Wait out the deluge, always at the ready
When piscine instinct will resume command.