Craig W. SteeleWhile deftly avoiding chill, wintery waves,
I sift idle fingers through dry, shifting sand,
discovering bones from my lost inner fish
within the confines of some cold-blooded graves.
One question that’s raised by those bones from the beach:
Is skeletal progress a blessing or curse?
Regarding our limbs as extensions of will
insures that our grasp can exceed our best reach.
Poet’s note: The allusion to “my lost inner fish”
refers to the 2008 book by Neil Shubin,
Your Inner Fish: A Journey into the
3.5-billion-year History of the Human Body.
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