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When I looked through
the microscope, I saw nothing
but a bright circle
until I turned the knobs to focus
on the specimen of pond water—
an amoeba, cytoplasm churning
like liquid sand inside the colorless
ectoplasm, and smaller paramecia
swarming. I thought I’d be bored
looking at the slide but instead
felt unsettled, as though
something had been taken—
my frequent swims
at my grandmother’s pond, the warm
slab of granite where I’d lie
on my towel, water beading
on my arms and legs,
filled, no doubt, with similar
tiny creatures. I had always felt
alone, safe on that rock, away
from the bickering in the house.
Maybe a squirrel or rabbit
in the field grass, the only ones
near me, all afternoon.
Copyright 2024 Sally Bliumis-Dunn. First published in Pigeon Pages.
Sally Bliumis-Dunn’s poetry collections include Echolocation (Madhat, 2018). She teaches Modern Poetry and Creative Writing at Manhattanville College, the Personal Essay at the 92nd Street Y and offers manuscript conferences at the Palm Beach Poetry Festival.

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Love this! I think I have always felt like a galaxy mother to such creatures, most benign, some in symbioses, a few murderous children.
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Sounds like the beginning of a poem or essay, Barbara.
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