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
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