I inhabit an entire sea of constant, waveless peace with borders of glass. Through water’s shimmer and rocks’ resting glimmer,
lamp light dazzles each blade of plastic grass.
It is what I swim through,
Here, where a grand plant on organic sand grows sturdily as tall as it may, Where I grow just as strong,
My fins billow, my scales shine,
Radiant, in an iridescent blue array.
I glide through these waters, neither threatened nor bothered,
In waiting for tides shift or swift change.
Ceaselessly, I cross the sea,
staring at the boy who lounges just beyond my glass
day after day,
He sits and I swim,
each day as the last,
I wonder if he knows,
he inhabits an entire world of constant, boundless life with no walls of glass.
Charlotte Rahme is a Canadian writer inspired by nature, mythology, and the interesting people she meets. Her work has been featured in Flame Tree Press, Darkwinter, Common Deer Press and North Literary Journal