The Aquarium

Welcome to the aquatic shed
the only way out is through.
Sharpened fins swim overhead,
dinky critters distract below.

Gaze upon fragmented life
where every stroke rehearsed.
The devoted watch with wearied eyes
as each relation is unearthed.

Tempered glass reflecting screens
showing this season’s outtakes.
We mourn behind the scenes
then laugh when the conveyor breaks.

So tunnel under bothered blue
or stand tall on mortal limbs.
If only impulse you can subdue
you can choose to sink or swim.