Where Fish Swim – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“It’s pretty clear now that what looked like it might have been some kind of counterculture is, in reality, just the plain old chaos of undifferentiated chaos.” Jerry Garcia

Where Fish Swim

Let's go from here and explore along
where fish swim through trees and
birds fly with ease deep underneath,
delighting in nightingale songs and
the loud silence of earthworms,
who alone can move mountains yet
go unnoticed though they are giants,
then fly a kite in a starfish bowl,
O how we mock ourselves under 
nature's forgiving gaze, that we could
even begin to imagine an ordered life,
where everything is inside out and
upside down and round again,
we must simply live into that one
electric, platypus moment knowing
that there is no other.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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