Saturday morning
on the boardwalk
by the pool,
two streams
cascading
down to it.
Three big fish
close to the surface
some 30 goldfish
packed below.
They know their place
in the scheme
of things and a
wisdom in avoiding
what might transpire
if someone throws
something in.
The big fish are confident,
entitled and rule easily.
They imagine strategies
and what-ifs
as they wait for me
to do something,
to change the otherwise
placid flow of
many lives here.