JB has been enamored with fish, specifically koi, in his latest paintings and is filled with the latest trivia on the koi’s origins and history (information you didn’t even think of wondering about — like how koi are different from goldfish, how they are actually artificial and cannot exist in the wild, and how they have distinct personalities).
So for his birthday, a notebook (pictured above) where I collected all sorts of fish poems. Also a gift certificate to Koi, an asian inspired restaurant, and a trip to Old Town Aquarium to purchase a real koi (or two).
Happy Birthday, JB! It’s been awesome swimming with you these past 30 years.
At the Lake
by Mary Oliver
A fish leaps
like a black pin —
then — when the starlight
strikes its side —
like a silver pin.
In an instant
the fish’s spine
alters the fierce line of rising
and it curls a little —
the head, like scalloped tin,
plunges back,
and it’s gone.
This is, I think,
what holiness is:
the natural world,
where every moment is full
of the passion to keep moving.
Inside every mind
there’s a hermit’s cave
full of light,
full of snow,
full of concentration.
I’ve knelt there,
and so have you,
hanging on
to what you love,
to what is lovely.
The lake’s
shining sheets
don’t make a ripple now,
and the stars
are going off to their blue sleep,
but the words are in place —
and the fish leaps, and leaps again
from the black plush of the poem,
that breathless space.
Happy Birthday Jake.
30 years?
Actually closer to 29 1/2 since we first met.
JAN
ALWAYS
THE
TEACHER
CORRECTING
PAPERS
MARRIAGE BY FIRE
LIVING BY WATER