As you approach, there is the suggestion of a fish
bowl but instead of round, the exhibit is square.
Deep in an ocean trench where only blue light
penetrates and all the other wavelengths are lost
blue fish are mounted on blue block-like bottles.
Mirrors create images and more images until
the cube is filled with bottle parts, necks, shoulders
bodies, knobs, and oh, the reflections, just so much blue.
The impression of walking fish is not by accident
implying they may be evolving, looking for land.
My own image appears in the background, a woman
shrouded in blue, watching, trying to understand
“the human heart in conflict with itself” or perhaps
it is the place where primitive life began
in the deep dark chemistry of blue.
Quote from William Faulkner’s Nobel Prize speech, 1949