A scuba diver cleans the tank at Bass Pro Shop
every Friday at 3.
There’s a fish in there that could swallow
my arm [at least up to the elbow] but the people
pay no attention to him or his buddy bottom dweller.
I bet if he sucked up an algae-encrusted pebble
and spit out an eyeball no one would notice.
We can always gawk at the ones that live on display.
It’s the person in the tank that draws the crowd of voyeurs
who make nose prints on the glass, press
themselves closer to humanity.
I’m no better, watching people watch people.
They shove their hands in back pockets
to keep from tapping on the glass.