Herrings begin to glow just after they die,
never while alive. When I read this
I wanted to sit for a long time in the dark.
Nothing in nature is a metaphor.
Everything is. I thought both thoughts.
And I knew inexactly why I felt sad.
Herrings dead and a glow-
I should have been properly amazed,
the way anyone. looking at a star
would be., realizing it was years away,
untouchable. Yet there it is, shining.
