Critiquing the Carp – An Ode to Art Inspired Conversation

We watched the carp jump
attacking bread
that fell into the river near them.

They were
unable to control themselves.
Caught in a world
where nothing was more important
than this one single thing.

With all their teaming
none of them could have it.

The water looked alive with their bodies
over and under
working their way towards
something could only ever exist
for seconds.

This was something akin
to that green light
glowing brilliantly
at the end of a dock
far across the water.

Where nothing
looks quite as promising
as the unknown
(better yet)
as a monster
disguising itself
as the hope of reclamation
and the reshaping
of an inescapable past.


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