‘Ode to a Fish’
To walk into the room
and watch you grace the clear water
with your piscine presence is hypnotic.
Your reaction when you recognize me
almost pulls you out of your tank.
You must focus through water, through
thick glass. You do, and your eyes
hook onto mine. You anxiously fin
away as you signal, “I see you!”
I experience luminosity when I behold
your pearlescent scales within
the shimmering greenblue of the water.
The flick of your tail, the lock
of your eyes, your undulations and
water slaps-gestures with meaning-
all trying to send messages to me, a
complete opposite of you. Me, an
air-breathing, leggy, ungainly being
who is no match for your elegance.Margaret Hehman-Smith