When fishes swim
in waters green
behind the cube of glass,
and wake me
in the middle of dreams
with bubbles,
speaking gibberish,
I lie there, staring
at tail fins
sweeping my ceiling
free of stardust cobwebs.
Then close my eyes
to puckered up Kissing Fish
cleaning my eyelids of algae.
I worry when my babies
swim in the air.
Won’t they drown?
~~~~~~~~
Elizabeth Munroz 1974