In the clear water
the clear fish come into view,
delicate skeletons seen by their flickering,
swift shimmer along the edge of fin –
they drift, they ghost – I can almost
see one through another

Whole networks are made of these –
food chains, symbioses  –
conducting their business mostly unseen –
vast webs of them stretch through oceans
which they now define
here in my mind
where they swim silent
widening my realms.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 11, 2022