The Book

I am an old fish— not quite
Out of water.
Swimming along side a school of
Minnows.
They seem to not care
That my scales are older and heavier.
I eye them with caution
As they display their polished emblems,
Shining from their young faces.

I float along slowly with the current,
Eying the first few leaves as I go.
Mindful of those around me,
So as not to collide.
Pearls begin to emerge
From these leaves.
Gems, shining with wisdom.

A dark cloud covers the sun
And the leaves cease to shimmer.
Without the light I suddenly see
Used leaves— used!
Yet, still so costly.
A small swell to this old carp.
Though I wonder, “How do the minnows survive?”

What other value these leaves?
More metal badges?
Dwelling in a grotto?
Food for a week?

Food for thought.

Shall I keep these leaves
For all time?
The pearls could
Feed my soul for years to come.
Perhaps.
Or perhaps I will toss them back
Into the water
For other fish to feast upon.

1/24/06