Poetry About Marbled Crayfish

In a mottled shell beneath aquarium light, the marbled crayfish finds a visible shape. Small claws testing the gravel carries what ordinary speech leaves unfinished. Between eggs carried without a mate and one clone entering a foreign stream, the heart learns to listen. A strange adaptation can become a warning when it escapes its bounds, though the day rarely says so aloud. By night, ripples widening through the reeds becomes a promise rather than an ending.

Small claws testing the gravel enters the poem first. The marbled crayfish follows, neither symbol nor explanation, but weather. One clone entering a foreign stream keeps the difficult measure. We stand near a mottled shell beneath aquarium light and let certainty loosen. A strange adaptation can become a warning when it escapes its bounds. Ripples widening through the reeds remains after the room grows quiet.

Someone remembers eggs carried without a mate. Someone else names a mottled shell beneath aquarium light and means an entire life. The marbled crayfish moves between them with patient hands. Small claws testing the gravel refuses to become only background. A strange adaptation can become a warning when it escapes its bounds. At last, ripples widening through the reeds gives the silence somewhere to rest.