Little Fish

What happened

the day your little wet gills

            fused into skin

and you became less ethereal,

more bound by a body?

You only shivered

with the business of creation-

a daily miracle buzzing

below layers of tissues.

A something-from-nothing

universal card trick

springing up out of

just another being,

            some half-mad

            slowly evolving chemical witness

to the sublime science of things.

No different,

yet wholly unique, your mother-    

whose flaws will only make quiet stains

in the laundry of your life,

and on whom you rest your

softly dreaming head.

 

Reviews

[Denham Cole]

...no words. just,.. beautiful...

[The realest]

"your mother-
Whose flaws will only make quiet stains
in the laundry of your life,
and on whom you rest your
softly dreaming head."

really great line. The child is an amazing thing very well captured in this piece