To My Solemate --
A Whale of a Tale
"There yet are plenty of 'soulmates' in the sea --
in all seven seas, in fact."
-- a non-fishy fish fact for the romantic rare
(as well as raw)
* * *
Although I reeled in you from out the blue,
I could have hooked some other solemate true;
I might have rowed my dinghy farther out,
And caught a tuna, tripletail, or trout;
Inside a trap upon the ocean floor,
A lobster large I could have snared offshore;
Or on the daily turning of the tide,
A crab I might have netted, had I tried;
A shark I could have roasted, broiled, or baked,
Or still an eel my hunger might have slaked;
While had a soured herring made me ill,
The sea has herrings of a different gill;
Yet you but one choice had from which to pick --
There being solely one great Moby-Dick.
* * *
a dedication of Respect
for
a Truth beyond all Rational doubt
though it stink like a fish
a revolving helios rhyme menippean satire on
"spiritual" unions --
yet all wet
may, 2023 -- finding one's sole "soulmate"
still like shooting fish in a barrel
Copyright © James Starkey Iii | Year Posted 2023
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