I mire,
Right near center of the pond,
Grasping for something.
Anything.
Suddenly, a fish bites.
I struggle to hold on,
I lose it by the fins.
The fish vanishes back into abyss.
I return to where I started,
Almost forgetting where I was.
I have to start anew again.
But there is always a new way to see old fins.
J.T.