Curious Fishes
At the aquarium,
I feel like I am on the seafloor.
Curious fishes fly by me,
their many-colored scales
glimmering.
A seahorse hovers to gaze at me.
Amazed, I gaze back,
wondering
if he wonders how I swim
with hands instead of fins?
I wish
I could speak Fish!
I feel like I am on the seafloor.
Curious fishes fly by me,
their many-colored scales
glimmering.
A seahorse hovers to gaze at me.
Amazed, I gaze back,
wondering
if he wonders how I swim
with hands instead of fins?
I wish
I could speak Fish!
This poem is copyright (©) Elizabeth Kuelbs 2024
About the Writer
Elizabeth Kuelbs
Elizabeth writes for children and adults. She holds an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts and you can find her work for young readers in Spider, Cricket, the Caterpillar and elsewhere. Visit her online at elizabethkuelbs.com
