Within me, it swims—
this light-borne goldfish
defined by a translucent orb,
its curve—a lie of limits
against the infinite ocean.
Thoughts descend to the deep,
silent, sinking, rusted anchor,
rooting themselves near
the pink coral castle.
Small fry swirl and scatter
sucking algae,
sifting muck,
oblivious to the sublime:
the goldfish,
weightless,
floating
to the surface
with gasping mouth.