What I most like about poetry is how it nudges me towards new perspectives. For instance, in Nancy Willards’ “A Wreath to the Fish” I’m thinking thoughts about fish I hadn’t considered before. How they never leave their suit of mail, how they possess an abundance of silver, yet never spend it. How the destiny of a fish is one of thoughtful consideration–dinner? trophy? food for a bear?
Here is a fishy consideration as you contemplate today’s poem.