Swallowing Routine
So imbedded with excess
from daily news
I step downstairs
fresh from sleep
creep toward the corner
reach out to open aquarium hinge....
I remember now
the Oscar fish has passed
Then
bubbling from the corner
a phantom eye protrudes
encased in a slimy skin
fins floating
gossamer lace
larger and larger it looms
a shadow over my skin
with a maw deep as sin
swallowing my routine
Downward Siphon
The siphon sucks the aquarium water
down into a waiting red plastic bucket
Algae liquid fills the container
as detritus from the bottom
travels through coils of tubing—
tiny green riders of modern roller coasters.
After each full trough they empty
onto summer-thirsty roses and other beauties.
The waste of fauna becomes food for flora
in a cycle of giving and receiving
Plants stand taller and open after their elixir
Fish swim with renewed vitality after replaced water
Gratitude comes in the growth of both recipients
A wish here for the case of humanity
where too often
one takes and doesn't give
and some starve
for the measured growth of others
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