Rain hits the lake
again & again.
One can almost hear
the lake cry:
“Ow! Ow! Ow! ”
A fish almost tame
or unafraid
(probably guesses
I’m vegetarian)
looks at me
and wonders:
“What would it be like
to b e
human?
“Standing there in the air
giving thoughts to the rain and lake and me?
I too, wondering
what it would be like
to be
a fish?
Calm: at home
in water with rain
falling upon it
trying to comprehend
the mystery
of being
other
than I
am.
My mind
flicks its tail
and in a flash
is gone
where I
cannot
...follow.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/or-not-to-be-for-lyn/
