Fishing for Answers

finding meaning in the simple act of swimming

A friend asked me
“What do fish do all day?”
and I replied
“Find a way to survive,
eat and keep moving
and hope that when it comes
time to die
death finds you
in the least painful way it can,
exactly what humans do,
but without knowing
the painful truth
that their life didn’t mean much
in the first place”

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

So profoundly true. I often wondered as a child what my goldfish thought swimming around in his bowl. Was it a prison for him or safe haven. Nice poem Ally.