! ! The Fish And I Will Chat

Sometime it swims right up to the glass as if it would talk with me – opens its mouth, fixes me with a watery eye; a moment when we can exchange silent thoughts, about whether it’s better to be confined in a tank, but free of all possessions, compared with the freedom to acquire so many possessions; or which of us dislikes the more, a dentist’s waiting room.. nod and smile to know we both share that joke about the fish in the water never being thirsty; swimming in what we take for granted; like, say, grace, or God.. so the fish flips its tail, is off; both of us in agreement about freedom, meditation. * [leaning on Hafiz’ poem of that title]