Literary Zone

Poetry: Purpose

19 July 2014 at 16:25 | 3025 views


By Willie James King, Montgomery, Alabama, USA.

In a stilled
summer sunlit
part of the lake,
I can see burnished,
silver, golden scales
of a big-mouth afloat
above its bed,
who’s gasping,
grasping all
that swims,
floats toward it,
from underwater grasses,
weeds, like gift offerings
to a lone lord. No,
to this fish,
minding its business
it seems, yet,
filled with purpose,
attentive to it too.