This poem started writing itself years ago at the Seattle Aquarium. I’d arrived for a an evening wedding, and had time before the ceremony to stand transfixed before three exhibits: the jellyfish, the octopi, and the seahorses. The wedding was beautiful, but the image of the seahorses lingered longest. This poem is from my book, Pluck Another Apple, Eve, And Finish It .
At the aquarium, waiting for a wedding to begin
Dorsal fin fluttters
a soft wave.
wrapped around a coral twig
curls into the golden ratio
a perfect Fibonacci spiral.
There was a first time in all time
when something dropped to its knees
I speak of that moment
the universe grew into
while its galaxies
spiraled in swept currents,
the first time something gasped
because it didn’t know
what else to do.
The photograph of the swimming seahorse is from Pixabay.com, and was posted by PublicDomainPictures.