Goldfish

I have a little goldfish

from dusk to dawn,

she swims around

in her little pond

from this minute

to the next

she already forgot

how she was born

she asked me,

“where do I come from?

is it the big sea?

or did I come to you

in a storm?”

she hated when I

changed her water

looked at me with her

telescopic eyes

don’t tell me fishes can cry

she told me

her bowl is too tight

there is no space

for her fins to grow

I didn’t listen

I didn’t want to know

as long as I keep her here

in this little bowl

maybe she will remember

that I’m a friend

not a captor.

t.l.

(fishes need more space to grow. and so do we.)