Where does looking take you?
And this is also a poem that I posted to the spirituality discussion in Swell because I think it really is a deep meditation on spirituality on our place in the world. It's called prayer. Over a dock railing, I watched the minnows thousands swirl themselves, each a minuscule muscle, but also without the way to create current making of their unison. Turning, reinfolding, entering and exiting their own unison in unison making of themselves a visual current, one that cannot freight or sway by minutest