In The Drink
Taken to the extreme you would never look inside, because inside can’t be seen with the naked eye.
We have the tools and tools are for using. The tools were conceived inside and made out here.
We can now go where no man has gone before. Into the wild blue yonder, or yinder.
The trick, or discipline, is not to get lost in what is seen. Outside or inside.
What we see out here is inside.
Where inside? Where I see inside.
Look at these magnificent creatures. You’d never see them with the naked eye. Neon fly I call it.
Twirling and dancing on the leaves about the garden they are as elusive to capture as the magical Faerie Queene.
Life, proud, contained, in a beautiful little body coloured and shaped as no man can make.
Standing alone in the vastness of my world, exposed to what may come.
Eating, another fly that also stood proud, contained. Could just as easily happen to him, my little neon fly.
Cleaning his wings after hectic flight, the way all creatures do. He eventually ends up in the drink. In the fish tank.
Reclaimed by strands of green algae, the colour and form reduced to whence it came.
Life returns home.
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