The Shark House

Poem

Seven Ways of Looking at a White Shark

(Many thanks to Wallace Stevens)

Beneath a following sea

my favorite moving thing

was the eye of a white shark.

I was of infinite minds,

like an ocean

in which there are white sharks roaming.

The white shark bulleted in the winter seas.

She was a small speck in a big picture.

A girl and a fish

are one.

A girl and a fish and a white shark

are one.

When the white shark swam out of sight,

it marked the start

of a long migration.

The current is moving.

The white shark must be swimming.

It was morning all day.

It was raining

and there would be thunder.

The white shark swam

in between the stipes of kelp.