SEAHORSES
This short poem was
written many years ago after watching seahorses at the aquarium at
Taronga Park Zoo, Sydney. I don't know if seahorses are still there
but Sydney harbour is famous for having seahorses in it. The poem is
not intended as an argument about theories of the origins of living
things. I feel that rather than always arguing about theories (most
of which are probably wrong to some degree) it is good to stand
occasionally in silent wonder and look at the life around us.
SEAHORSES
Behind the glass seahorses swim.
Long-nosed, horse-headed, with a spiralling tail,
so ineffectual and frail,
they move with whirring, tiny fins
on backs and head- so upright there,
like delicate and live chess knights,
like light-hearted, small, surrealistic jokes.
How strange life’s creativity
should dream these tiny, horse-like fish,
soft-grazing on the pastures of the sea.
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