He pointed: “Look, one’s there.
The bubbles, look, he’s poppin’ out.”
I saw the bubbles.
“My wife: she saw some four before.
They’re here.”
“Look! There!” The call, this time,
from his friend. “The bubbles, see?
Another platypus!”
I strained my eyes.
Shit, there never was a platypus hey…
There were none at all,
and I reckon only one or two
have ever seen a platypus,
the other sightings merely turtles,
if that.
Shit,
maybe the creature doesn’t exist at all.
That’s the thing,
and what does exist
are needs to see one,
are needs to see so much.
My life, perhaps,
assembly lines of platypus
I never really saw
or never really saw the way I thought I did…
We want a story to tell about our lives.
We want to sound a little meaningful.
And that may be existence enough.
Was a platypus there this afternoon?
It doesn’t matter nearly enough
to know for sure. It never has.
