Noise bounces and splashes off the walls
The girls giggle into the sea
We throw out fish, sleek and silver
Maybe catching, maybe slipping
At the other end of the aquarium
Is a man I once knew very well
He waves and giggles and throws a fish
I dive into the aqua green
And float with the current
Above spirals and clams
Sobbing and bobbing
And being One with the great Divide
I’d like to add a word about my mother
Waving peek-a-boo
But she’s gone
In dreams and spurts
We’re all being healed
We’re all so desperate and all so glad
And spearing and babbling
And broken and catching
Catching each other up
And trying to catch and hoping to say
And slipping and giggling
We throw a net, of filaments and holes
And hope to catch the ethereal truth
And scoop the silence into meaning
To catch a moment together breathing
And sitting on a stone bench
Listen
To the sound of being heard
- Lorraine Grosslight, 2008
