big fish and friend

The big fish waits
and waits
and waits.

I see his glisten
through the shine
and depth of wet

and think
and think
and think.

We both want
to flow and
float with
ease

in morning's
warm sun/
shine.

Yet the fish
and fish/
erman sit
and sit
and sit

in such
patient
reverie

at these
opalescent
liquid gates.