The Security Fence
I had a dream once: a fish with bone-thin
scales peeking thru two rocks, one rock so large
I thought it might topple and crush him.
The fish swam away, a red-orange charge
thru an empty-colored juice. I nodded
to myself, his cleverness right upheld
by nature's firm decree: the strong survive,
the rest just... just...
anyway, that's not my point.
We're put on battlefields and forced to blink.
A fish swims away, but what of us freaks?
What of us who swim into a wall, knowing
it's there, and the wall knocks us in the drink?
Weren't we just there, swimming and flailing?
Weren't we just trapped there, looking for something?