Dropped your stone in my pond

Sank without trace.

Past the hulks

and sunken treasures.

Bounced off my buried face.

Not in the mood for determination,

- busy being submerged.

Writing out of obligation

Just haven’t got the urge.

In my sub-aqua psyche

I’m a dark patrolling fish

Poisonous and spiky.

 Nig Adams © J      9^th June 2000