I promised to write a poem every day. Here is today’s.
In Lieu of Contributing Otherwise To Humanity This Afternoon, I Image-Google “Space Dolphins” Here’s one small pod, angelically blue and fuzzy with the new-age fuzz of ethereal peace groove, swim-flying from some ocean somewhere through a portal of two Doric columns and a frieze with one of those creepy open eyes carved into it, which would, earthbound, maybe suggest the Supreme Court, or the Parthenon — but which, floating in space with dolphins and beams of water-light swim-flying out of it, is, I think, supposed to be a portal between Atlantis and Vega. Another, professionally framed and priced for sale, is set in a galactic region crammed full of Skittle-planets and suns and comet trails, and three oddly-striped but familiarly blue dolphins, fly-swimming out of a flaming orange fissure which brings to mind the Great Labia of Sauron. Space dolphins are always blue and baby-smile like regular dolphins, but can cavort through the vacuum of interstellar space and probably eat stardust or comet-trails instead of fish. According to Wikipedia, they are the pals the interstellar mercenary and bounty hunter, “Lobo,” a past-his-prime DC Comics character. Here’s a pair in super-high earth orbit, and I assume, due to their Special Magic, that they must have created the halo of bubbles surrounding the planet like a ring of Saturn, and that surely only good will come of their noses touching – the glow between their noses an exact match for the finger-to-finger, God-to-Adam, Sistine Chapel Spark of Life. And here are six of them, computer-generated, shiny as chrome, gracefully pausing before they swim themselves directly into the blazing red giant because they’d rather be dead than spend one more minute being space dolphins.NaPoWriMo, Day 2
Liz Ahl 