One day I was in the park with my young son
We stopped at an ornamental pool
I looked down at the fish and said
Do you see how the fish are coming to the surface and swimming around as they please
That’s what fish really enjoy
My son looked up at me
His saucer blue eyes were full of doubt
You’re not a fish he replied
So how can you say you know what fish really enjoy
I answered in a measured voice as I felt as I was on shaky ground
You are not me so how can you know I don’t know what fish enjoy
My son did not answer me but stared at the shining sea
Which could be seen between the tall dress trees
ZZ x