Goldfish Dreaming (Poetry)

They stare in, as I stare out
locked for seconds at a time
we watch each other, contemplate our plight
mirrored — separate worlds in passing sight.

I am a goldfish in a wide-windowed room
caught this January afternoon
nibbling on the breadcrumbs of old dreams
mouthing words, grown dizzy — round and round
swimming with thin-current tides of thought.

Black berry eyes upon me, I catch every wary look
tugging through the glass — a multi-seeded hook
laid along the sill. Birds take the offered bait
snatch quick — give in to greed. And then, curiously
they linger while we measure up our lives —
how fin evolved to feather...

my imprisoned heart floats free. Imagination flies.