Fish Poem by Rovert Nworb

Oh, to be a fish
I'd like to see the world
Underwater, ocean
Through the eyes of a fish
To see nothing but
blue blue valleys and
characters and predators
Choral and sand and the
distant surface
See the depths or
Maybe nothing beyond my
beautiful tangled cocoon
And see it all through
my inquisitive gooey eyes
Watching my aquatic home
Forgetful and blissful
And to hear the surroundings
Water, nothing but
Muffled? Bubbles popping
Rumbles dropping
Fingers flopping
Sopping, sopping, sopping
sounds
Glugs and plocks,
Spugs and pwoks,
Pip pap pup pop pip
Anchor echoes and
distinctive fish-calls
Predatory reactions maybe
Echoey, distant whale moans
Swishes of movements of
fish and sizzles from
underwater explosions
A boat or belly
slapping the surface
And to taste it all
Swimmers dunking and
splashing, nibble their legs
Salty old water, old as time
Fishflesh and skinflakes
Temperature too
Microorganisms to fill
Choral bits to spit or
nibble or devour
Old soggy surface foods
Distinctive assorted oddities
And to feel it all
Swish, currents
Swash, cold'n'hot
Other fish, moving
Currentmotionstillnessmotion
currentmotionstillnessmotion
All the day to ignore
Cold spot hot spot
Intermingled confusion
Worldless hopeless unknowing
Hopeful dreadful lovely
Scary beautiful holy
Natural unassuming obsessive
Lovable hateable uncheatable
Coolly unworthy
Unbeatable?