— Dennis Richardson
I am hesitant to go into their home
Uninvited, to leave my deep foot
Prints on their gentle green carpet;
To break that shiny surface
Of trust, the double-sided window
That separates our two worlds.
In winter when I am by the pond
The fish rush to where they were
Fed in summer even though they
Will not eat. But the filters must be
Cleaned and the water plants thinned.
I step in carefully so as not to scare
Them, any sudden movement and
They bolt. But once in the water,
They begin to nibble on my knees.