Tank of Life

Water splashing
bubbling
running
Plants sway gently
As she swims back and forth,
Looking for a way out,
But unable to find it.

Not sure anymore whether she actually
Wants out, or whether this cage
Has become a safe haven from
Whatever else might be out there.

There are others there too,
Swimming, just as aimlessly as herself,
Searching first one way and then another.

Is this all there is to life?
A constant search, a never ending swim,
Until one day we die,
And the great net comes and takes
Us to the giant water grave.

Or is it possible that this search
Has a purpose - one we can not see
As we swim back once again,
One that is only realized much later -At a time we do not know exists.

1991 - Sophia