It has to constantly move forward or it dies
It was the underbelly of a shark,
but it could’ve been G-d.
There was something holy & comforting
in the slow crawl of evolution
that saw this sea-cherub
through millions of years,
just to leave it practically untouched –
the only thing
that isn’t broken.
It was a great white,
a photo taken off the coast of South Africa
& turned into a centerfold for National Geographic.
I taped it to the ceiling,
always afraid that thumb tacks might fall out
& blind me in my sleep.
Despite my skin being much smoother,
& my smile not as toothy,
who’s to say that millennia ago,
long after that Change had its way
with the great fish monger,
I, too, wasn’t swimming in the same sea?
Is it so hard to imagine that we were once
fish of a feather, ladled in a mermaid’s purse?
After returning to that room
for the first time in decades,
I notice that my icon
All that remains is a bit of tape,
teaching me the half-life of translucency.