Departure – A Poem

By Nic Bryan

There’s a fish tank in the hospital waiting room.  

The nurse asks me how old I am.  I’m not old enough.  

She puts a band on my arm.  The koi fish are orange and pink, they idly swim around in their glass box.  

The nurse asks me if I want to hurt myself.  

No.  I lie.              

The fish keep swimming.  They weave between flowing plants and rock arches.  

She asks me what’s wrong, I don’t know.  She leads me to a curtained room, leaves one pulled aside so that the other nurses may keep watch from the side of the curtains.  

I lay in the bed, and from my room, I long to see fish. 

I long to get out of this tank. 

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