The Little Fish

The little fish have no
expectation of me.
They are thin slimy
lengths of dark pearl
and content to be so.

The dapper blue jay
with his precise, minute
patterns of deftly-shaded blue
has no hold upon me
nor I on him and so
we sit and watch
the little fish
in peace.

You murmur hello and
my silence
dissapoints you,
your expectation of reply.
You are not simple
as the fishes,
free as the jay.

I am student of fish,
bird, river, tree
and when you leave
my heart pretends
it's stone.