Feeding fish

on a hot afternoon, let's visit the pond

Where the fish are swimming lazily until that moment

When they see us hovering above holding the jar of fish pellets

And on this hot afternoon on August, the last day of the 

Visit, the one where mamapapa went to work leaving these

Small people in our care, I'm happy to sit quietly,

Paying close attention to how close they are to the edge

And listening to the plop plop of fish food hitting water,

Seeing the wide white open mouth of Grandma Fish grazing

The surface of the water, hearing the scream of delight

"He ate it!" And knowing that this moment is its own kind

Of paradise, the heaven surely has small fish ponds where 

Children spend hot summer afternoons, their reflections

Wavy in the cool water.