Goldfish

Great power is to swim,
Slide,
Through known, unknown intervals
Like a transparent goldfish.
Yes, offer me this strength;
To bump and explode, vibrate in golden waters.
My bubbles will be flashes of memory
Like camouflage of colour.
Whatever grey shade is passing through my invisible, tiny body
Is as bright as the sun I never get to see.
And I’m spinning, forming endlessly, vibrant shapes
Of trumpet lips, and lily petals.
I can even hear the broken notes of a faded bass…