I’ve been thinking about the fish in a glass bowl–loneliness,
silence, wasted beauty.
The fish appears in my imagination, passes through the reef hole,
travels here and there—weightless and random cartridge.
I watch its inch-long vanishing spur.
The pimento spark hurts my eye.
Inside the skin house:
lift an iron shoe
onto the wooden riser.
Shoulder and torso harnessed.
Then swing back, back and forth,
from here to a speck of myself
in the parachute
Frances Brent is the author of The Beautiful Lesson
of the I (May Swenson Poetry Award) and The Lost Cellos of Lev Aronson (Atlas & Co.).