We were never one, never one round sphere,
an ebullient sphere as described by Aristophanes
to be sundered apart, exposed like John Dory
or any other flat fish, to search for our other half
but as strange to each other as the wolf and bear,
lion and unicorn, our desire occasionally as wild
as the wild of horses: what then is the image
that foreshadows love other than strangeness?
The man at the airport who asks you, �I can see
she's your sister but are you hers?� or Peter,
who after bird-watching all day, looks at his wife
as if down the wrong end of a telescope. Days
when we, like sea horses, link tails and drift apart,
days that find us in the acts of dying or being born.
Wild as Fish by Sharon Morris | Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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