Atticus Rainn.

I incessantly swim through water only stopping because I find floating enjoyable.
Thoughts leave me and worries wash away as I easily glide...
scales allow the cool liquid to smoothly let me pass without a ripple...

I catch my reflection in a shiny rock and colors hit my beady eyes.
Hues of dusk, midnight and twilight flood my vision..
with twinkles of yellow and white as an afterthought.
I am the color of the heavens.

There is freedom in swimming and I pump my fins vigorously, again.
everyday I have the decision to float or to swim.
I never get far, though, when I float through the heavy, sticky waters...
My long and flowing fins carry me like a Greek god in a chariot.
Swirling, whirling and pushing me to new destinations.
My destinations are small, however, and sometimes I become still,
staring at the world beyond the glass.. where long and bright and dark and colorful
figures move past my view in frightening rhythms, unpredictable as a kaleidoscope.

As for now I will continue to swim,
as unnecessary as it is.
Waiting for the day the glass doesn't hold me from all that is new and terrifying.