Hospital, or Depression III
by John Riley
Yes sir, I confess there have been times
when I did not care how young the earth is
or take pride in how she sprang back to green
regardless of how hard the snow fought.
There have been times, yes, when I lacked the will
to notice such things and knew that below
the water's surface there is only more surface.
Today I had contempt for how the fish hurried
away to the far bank as I approached
and thought him silly to run away
when I only wanted to admire his wide innocent eyes.
I resolved to tell others that fish will make them more alone
but met no one to listen and my thoughts burned away.
When I think of the fish now all I feel is envy at how
he darted away with an invisible flip of his tail,
and that his pond is the smallest of the three
we may visit when the weather permits.
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Excellent.
I admire the craftsmanship, the gentle layers of irony and innocence that reveal the fragility.
Very enjoyable.
"or take pride in how she sprang back to green
regardless of how hard the snow fought."
Thank you each for reading. I have worked on this one a while. I like it though so far no editors like it enough to publish.
“below the water’s surface, there is only more surface.”
Love this part!
Had me intrigued from the very first line (given the title). *
Good poem, John.
"only more surface" - So many possibilities.
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Thank you, Bill & Beate & Sam and everyone else for reading and commenting.