Fish Studying Water

A poem about waking up to the invisible medium in which we are suspended

Hi friends!

Here's a poem I wrote a few years ago, going after an especially difficult and subtle problem. How do we become aware of the medium in which we are suspended?

We can sort of see air indirectly, with a flag or blowing leaf. But what about the culture we're all soaking in?

This piece also needs a double thank you to Idries Shah. First for his memorable and useful quote about the problems of "Fish studying water" - and then also the demonstration in so much classical Sufi poetry, that friendship is a sublime form of love - and function and insight are not just great fuel, but worthy poetic themes!

"Fish Studying Water" is from "Night Song for Cigar-Box Banjo" from Large Ess Small Press

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