encaged

the water, like a glass between-
the other world, and me

here i am, in this imprisonment-
the rivers, bars of my cage

i swim-
but never can i break the surface.

what deed have i done-
to deserve such a punishment?

yet, i rest in contentment-
knowing that, imprisoned may i be-
still beauty hangs nearby!

the drooping blossoms of the trees-
leave trailing petals upon the lake.