There is a wonderous fish in the sea they said,
with fins of golds and emerald eyes they said,
it steals across the deep blue waves they said,
when the full moon comes out to meet the night.
What fish, what fins, whence it comes? I thought,
how big, how wonderous, how emerald its eyes, I thought,
Would it eat gold to sustain its wonderous fins I thought,
or was it mere myth, sunlight playing a trick on us all?
Curious I cast my net vast and wide,
night and day I watched the waves,
every ripple, bubble, the foam, and tide,
the trap was set, that fish would have nowhere to hide.
Truth lay panting upon the sand I saw,
golden fin, silver-body, emerald eyes no doubt,
my wonder satiated I recorded my notes
and my mind’s hunger satiated, I threw
the fish back into the sea. And wrote
an essay fascinating on the gold fin
and its emerald eyes, five feet leaps
and people all over loved it, fulfilled in their mind’s eyes.
Many months later
in clinically clean glass case
I chanced upon the silver fish
is emerald eyes frozen in time
my description immortalized in
fins that would never move.