Confined in a glass prison

alone.

Swimming in tight

pointless circles.

Planning a journey

of your own.

-

The bright air is welcoming

as you rise to meet it.

You swim backwards and then

take that flying leap.

-

Through the air you soar.

The mightiest of the animals!

Above them for once…

And then, after a moment

you

F

a

l

l

-

Breathing is impossible.

Futile flopping, useless.

At least it is better

then swimming in circles

for the rest of your

life?

-

Your dying flap of your gills

is proud.

Your journey, amazing.

But now it is time to go…


This poem was written in loving memory of El-De who, last night, leapt. His journey was great but as all travels do, it had to end...

-Amber