A whole sole just swam by the hole punctured in this illusion.
A cheap prop or somebody’s joke, flat like a wavy line
until stirring up sand. Why am I dreaming so far north in cold waters?
There, a school of haddock, codfish point through this aquarium
of the mind. Submerged as it were, air sealed in hydrogen bonds
unequipped here to breathe, I do not understand how I move
in this medium and imagine that someone is behind the scene
arbitrarily directing the flow.
© Jan G. Otterstrom F.
January 31, 2015