A Poem: Glass Bottom

A Poem: Glass Bottom

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I’ve been on a few glass-bottom boats in my day, but I’m not 100% sure why I wrote this poem.

I remember sitting in a dorm room in Alaska in 1992 and hammering this out on a $1500 laptop with a massive hard drive attached to a dot-matrix printer five times the size.

Oh, to long for those days of simplicity again.

I think I felt helpless, as if I could read the words of a friend in a letter or talk to them on the phone and not be able to do anything about it. Long before email was a widely used thing, being distanced from your friends was very, VERY hard.

I could have also dreamed of the fish. I did end up writing a story that involved koi at one point.


While I gazed at the sea
Through a glass-bottom boat,
I noticed a small fish
That,
At closer scrutiny,
Appeared to have a hook
Stuck in its mouth–
A lesson from the past
That reverberated
Through the present.
The fish looked up at me
With pitiful eyes
And a bleeding found,
Crying for help,
Screaming for need…

…but all I could do
Was gaze at the sea
Through a glass-bottom boat.

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