Follow

Hey Dad let’s see if we can follow one fish
And so we kicked off
On the tail of some peacock colored wanderer
It swam in a large lazy circle
Turning right slightly more often than it turned left
A survey of the neighborhood
Casual nods to resident parrot fish and urchins
And then it was gone
Busy at surviving in a dark corral fold
Where we cannot follow
A lazy eel watches us glide back to shore
Where none of these can follow

-T. Weeks
(A response to “When the Full-Grown Poet Came“)