A fish out of water…

A fish out of water…

I recognise the all too familiar signs

as those green emerald eyes

slip-slide away from me

like fish in a bowl, gliding to safety

secure in your frond weedy water world

hidden once more in depths

I cannot ever hope to explore

untrusting you may be

but natural curiosity, I believe

often wins out in the end

bewitched and bewildered

I watch as you swim

along your enchanted

rocky canyon byways

at home, alone in your

cellophane yellow

subterranean

sanctuary