My Mother Is A Good Fish Poem by Andrew Lee

My mother is a fish, William Faulkner sings.

I ponder from 1 A.M. to 3 A.M.

in some whistling, nocturnal rings of the night,

and I stumble on the history of Evolution -

Sure enough, humans descend from some primitive fish-like

creatures or perhaps aquatic apes.

You can verify with the Wikipedia. No joke.

How learned and therapeutic is Faulkner's insight.

Except that I'm still awake at 3 A.M.

like a fish with eyes that cannot close.