The aquarium, soft and shining blue as the captive fish swim and turn away,
from us all.
Little children with happy mothers watch in awe at the bright fish, watch them
with encompassing grace.
In an hour, mermaids, women in silicone tails so bright in hue, will come and
perform for us.
Wave and smile and blow heart shapes in bubbles from blown kisses, as happy
I come for mermaids every summer, in love with others half way between loss
I sit in the back of the gallery in front of the tank where they will perform for us,
stake my place.
I listen to sad and longing songs on my earbuds, waiting, the blue soothing, gentle,
as believing children
make a better claim on summer, holding onto the hands of their happy mothers,
who remain earthly.
A little while to go, and the mermaids will come to perform, and a childhood I
discarded will come close.
Sad and longing songs on my earbuds, the blue the only soft light left anywhere,
and summer is here.