Looking Glass
by Michael Walsh
I see coral
purple as love poetry,
and the polyp himself,
beautiful stone-maker
that he is.
I see ciliated wrigglers,
spooling ooze
and touching circumspectly;
green water pumpers
and sliding pink limpets;
broadcasting squid;
walkabout feather-stars;
libido everywhere,
slipping in and out;
an oversized fish
with a melancholy lip;
a jumpy dinoflagellate;
cool-as-the-moon sea-squirts,
and see-through jellyfish,
open minds of the sea,
lovely apprehenders,
entirely sentient:
like pale octopus,
a friend of mine,
a blithe spirit:
and like myself,
out-of-tentacle,
riding the smooth water,
glassy-eyed
over my own blue past.
poem by Michael Walsh from Neuron Mirror
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