The fish slumber under God’s phalanges.
They settle beneath kelp and mellow swells that
Wooden ships identify the blubbery fish, unknowing
that big fish do not slumber –
they rise and saturate
the fish bowl with bubbles –
harnessing helpless plankton.
Men on wooden ships laugh
at the swarms of big fish.
The men are wrong. Big fish with blubber do not slumber.
One day the men may slumber
at the intertidal
their phalanges scattered,
saturated by God’s chirography.