Image of sinuous black dragonfish and tiny insectoid copepod with poem overlaid. Poem reads: Systemic Nature In ebb and flow and swirling ocean, The crowd accordions in the current. No one notices a particular plankton – A singular copepod trying to cope. So small with six frantic pairs of limbs. Greek-named for “oar feet.” But even more feet could not help against the push and crush of current. Adrift since birth, the copepod has bumbled through ten intense molts, morphing into beyond tired, scared, and lonely. Born into privileges of strong muscle, long teeth, and light-up spots, the dragonfish deftly swims through the current – Playing off the masses he’s been bred to pluck. The copepod searches desperately for light that grows its food, that means its rest. The dragonfish turns on his barbell glow that lures the starved, that are taken for granted The copepod sets all pairs of oars toward rest. The dragonfish feasts upon his due.
Sometimes it feels like I must wrestle my very nature to do better when I know better. That doesn't make it ok to stop trying. #poetry #ecology #systemicoppression