Aquarium
I'm swimming behind the glass
As light bends between each of the broken wave.
I find myself at an impasse,
Noticing how I'm enslaved
By the concave walls that curve how I behave.
My face pushes against an
Invisible barrier, but I can see
The outside world stretch and span
Past what has long contained me.
I look at it, weightless, in filtered debris.
I open my mouth and water
Fills me lungs while I float just to watch and stare.
Breathing becomes heavier,
And I begin sinking there,
Grasping for a pocket of crisp and clean air.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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