Thinking Mackerel

Reading this poem about mackerels made me think about the use of words to turn things sublime. At my local grocery store, mackerels do lie side by side on ice, always the picture of perfection. They are one of my favorite fish so I do spend time looking at mackerel on ice but never did I think of them quite this way:

Splendor, and splendor,
and not a one in any way

distinguished from the other
—nothing about them
of individuality. Instead

they’re all exact expressions
of the one soul,
each a perfect fulfilment

of heaven’s template,
mackerel essence.

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