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