big pond in a little fish

tuning fork

only i can hear

my body

humming

with opportunity

to an unknown frequency 

the songs

of my brethren

vibrato 

whistling 

through my skull

in concentric

pulsating circles

ripples

in pools

that time 

has best 

left 

forgotten

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s