Lesson of the Goldfish

(my denoument)

There in its simplicity

 the goldfish leans against

 the golden disk.of the sun. 

one could suppose.

Round and full,

the goldfish dives downward

toward an unknown destiny.

I watch it melt.

Yielding to the iron post.

warmed....it dissolves.

Oh, that I could be as graceful

with my denouments.

Yielding to the larger flow

of time and warmth

and the inevitability of change.

knowing that I can not command

things to be a certain way

and stay the same

knowing that unseen forces

shape me.

and sometimes I melt too.