Rome, Italy
“Suspicious Fish are rarely seen near man-made things.”
However, it is not impossible.
This one was different. Energetic, unpredictable, almost playful.
Restless at best,
I stood still, holding my breath,
afraid of it stopping if it knew I was watching.
It dove in the grass, like a game of pretend
and danced through the arches
like a waltz with the wind.
Suddenly it stopped.
Hovering over an old house on a hill.
The birds went quiet and the wind stood still.
What I thought was a waltz,
now feels like a frantic search for something lost.
