picture catching

yesterday a fish
swam onto my wall
to be exact
there were

         two of them

the upper one
caught my
attention

white and slender

the wall, also
white, stood
in the position
of a background
story

November sun
opened his eye
in mid afternoon
for a-while, the fish

immediately

caught the chance
the light provided

to jump

onto my wall, straight
to the point (no wasting
time on second
thoughts); the Sun

didn't stay awake
for too long, too faint
to keep the fish
alive (the other one

was half-created, anyway)

on the wall
my story is
writing itself while I am

waiting for the fish
to come back