From my home of rocks
and wood and ever flowing
current crafted by whiskers
and many taste buds I’ve
seen many moons, and
quite a few suns.
And most every night
and on odd days,
he sees me and hangs
that gourd in my
underwater lodging as I
swim by, and then lower
why no net?
Blazing horns and hooves leave
no mark upon bamboo pillars.
A vast tail caves the cloud roof,
thunder fire sweeps through the remnants.
Heavens fire plumes on mountain high,
new burning shreds mist fields.
A confused gaze sees an empty gourd,
catfish plunges into mud clouds.
Image found here: http://www.kyohaku.go.jp/eng/dictio/data/kaiga/fushigi.htm
Both poems inspired by the above picture (more information on the link). And the first was inspired by Richard Brautigan’s “Your Catfish Friend”.