Connections

After ecologist Monica Gagliano

Six months she swam in the sea,
immersed in a school of fish.
The tiniest things, they would come
to study her as well.

Six months the sea swam in her,
and at the study’s end
she came to collect the fish
as scientific specimen.

That last day the fish did not come,
divining her plan despite
the tiniest brains; they were through
imagining she was their friend.

 
Dogs, we know, even old ones,
can be taught to salivate
at the prompt of a ringing bell.
They learn to associate food

with that concomitant bell,
and soon the bell means food
instead of kibble itself.
It’s a mouth-watering dodge.

Garden variety peas,
too, can likewise be taught
to bend at their slender waists
when a gentle breeze blows:

blow, and glow a blue hue,
a wavelength of light peas love,
and they learn to expect that light.
Whether or not it comes…

 
   I dreamed once
   that a good friend
   was engaged,
   and I was her
   groom’s best man.
   The cad, I knew,
   was a fraud,
   chum though he was.
   But my friend
   was in love.
   I knew that she
   would not listen
   to warnings
   about his character.

      In the wake
      of rehearsal
      the wedding
      party broke
      up. As
      the bride
      with her maids
      retired behind
      a curtained door
      she caught my eye,
         smiled,
            and winked.

   I woke disturbed.
   She and I
   had not spoken
   for months.
   A veil of dread
   followed me
   through the day.
   Later I checked
   my friend’s blog
   and found her
   indeed engaged.

      My foreboding
      did not abate,
      yet I dashed
      off a text
         Congratulations
      to which my friend
      quickly replied
         Hold that thought.
         I have broken off
         engagement.
         I discovered
            my fiancee
               is a fraud.

I am not sure what to conclude.
She knew nothing about my dream.
Did I bend when she blew, absent light?
Was this the sea swimming in me?

We think we know more than we do:
we don’t expect fish to think;
we don’t conjure that peas can feel;
we don’t dare look to dreams for truth.

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