The Fisherman

Nowhere to be found either a net or water but the fish gets caught while swimming across. Sounds emerging from afar touch me and disappear. The shape of the earthen pitcher changes half-way. Was the bird here at all? Did the flowers bloom? Is there a fruit left anymore on the fruit-laden tree? You want to have what had never been mine when I say'no' in disgust, you run away from me. The way back is untraceable, Nowhere here we stayed together, then who will answer and what? Why can't you touch me if I am clearly visible to you? Hold me fast while I slip away and fall and place me in a gallery. Have you crossed the circle? Could you wriggle out? I have been waiting thus for you here still.