Canto XXIII

My younger brother shows his three year old son
his first portrait— a tiny, sluggish blur,
within a fuzzy lake of ultrasound—

and little Flynn, he doesn’t even stir
when told that’s how he looked when aged five weeks.
He studies it, doesn’t take it as a slur,

reflects a while before choosing to speak,
“That was me when I used to be a fish!”
When asked if he remembers that far back,

he breaks into a smile and answers, “Yes!”
My own child is bigger than that now,
already forming webbed fingers and toes,

reflecting those that chose to boldly go
from sea to land to breathe Devonian air.
The phase of life that our cells come to know

and not the fragile drape of self they wear.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Aug 10, 2012 @ 09:49:06

    When asked if he remembers that far back,

    he breaks into a smile and answers, “Yes!”

    Love it 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Reply

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