written this jig.

So sit back, enjoy,

maybe you'll twig.

Suspended Animation

Simon Peter saith unto them,

"I go a fishing."

John 21:3a

I noticed her darting

from here to there,

Maybe another look -

As'f I should care.

Then she quite close

Was racing past,

And more than a glance

this time I cast.

A beauty she was,

and boy could she fly!

I'd have to catch up,

and not be passed by.

"Was she my kind of fish?"

What should I think?

My mind made up,

all in a blink.

Before I knew it

I'd taken the bait.

Now off I speed,

but seems I must wait.

I go this way & that,

but I can't get free.

There is pain in my flesh,

it won't let me be.

Something invisible holds me back

Instinct says "Fight & tug!"

As in a web I'm tangled,

Hooked! just like a bug.

'tis a see-sawing tussle,

with my life on the line.

Normality or unimagined change,

the choice though, not mine.

To be free like the wind

was my angle,

only to find that

here I dangle.

I'm tired from squirming

and the run around.

The strength for yearning,

has within ME drowned.

"... And that night they caught

nothing." John 21:3c

Written By GhumBy

To a Fish called 'Speedy'.

© Jan 1995 - 1997