El Pescador

I am the mountain enclosing her.

Endlessly surrounding her water maze,

I breathe harder and shake to void her

to an Earth less pathetic, more than me.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge.

I am the fisherman walking over you,

I need a new way to catch you

and throw you back as I please.

Aimless.

She looks for the opening

somewhere near

the bottom. Failure to achieve this

may cause a life of wonder,

a life uneased.

But she does not look for the answers

because she’ll slowly find a way.