the fish

it is the shape
of the fish
that keeps
him in water,
his mindset,
where he needs
to be, his form,
his opaque eyes
flat and set
just right to
navigate the depths,
his sleek coat
of bright new foil
like a rainbow
in spilled oil
is slippery in
sunlight, or
in the hand
that wants to
change him.
everything moves
him back towards
the sea, into
the watery air
he breathes, out
of his world,
not unlike us,
he cannot imagine
a different
life to lead.