Schools of Thought The fish are listening, sculling at workstations in sea kelp forests. Between shifts they sleep in rusty beds. Beginningless and biblical the have contradictory feelings about legs and we we do not see. We think to watch in aquaria but we do not see early organisms amass small, scaly simple beautiful great-great grandparents to squat amphibious legs that live in coastal fata morganas pouring over fish diaries. Praying to the gutted martyrs of a coldblooded search for rationality. Breeding new schools of thought thick as clouds to swim the sky.
© Shannon Quinn