Meditation on Copepods and Obscure Information

by Jeff Gundy

Jeff Gundy

Some days I look around wildly,
convinced I'm missing something crucial.

Some days I pick up the guitar and try
to play toward something that won't fit

into words but might change the silence
where words grow, that place like

the liquid spaces within the living rock
in the salt-water tank where tiny

obscure creatures wait to be born.
You must look very closely to see

the copepods, smaller than rice grains,
translucent as rice fried in oil.

But once you know, you can watch them
crawl over the rock and each other,

feast on the purple and green algae,
delirious with delight, knowing

nothing of words or chords
or trains, the humming pumps

that make their weather,
the glass walls that keep them alive.

From: 
Somewhere Near Defiance





Last updated March 04, 2023