Once we were fuzzies
tumblers in the treetops
huddlers in the darkness
then some longtime we began
to skulk upon the plain, to steal othereggs, babies,
fruits and roots of all sorts: we fuzzies were thefting
fighting, mating, mutating, casting out everwider circles
then some longtime we met up with the greeny briny dancing sea.
And that was a day,
when we fuzzies found the primal home
and knew, deep in bloodknowledge knew
the sea was a caressing place, a wombing palace
a place to linger longtime, the sea's edge rich in brainfoods
bivalve ease, scuttlingcrab clever, kelp and kelp, fishes at dance.
We fuzzies became
scrabblers on the rocks scuttlers on the sands
dancers in the waves, incumbent at the bloodwarm edge
combers between the worlds of wet and dry, salt and sugar
our fuzziness sleeking, growing ornamental, our cousins the
lumbering whales, nimble dolphins sinking forever into the silk sea
in languid redevolution.
Robert Douglas Hickey |
