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      September 23, 2021OracleEmily Rankin, Robert E. Ray

      Image: “Rosetta Stone” by Emily Rankin. “Oracle” was written by Robert E. Ray for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge, August 2021, and selected as the Artist’s Choice.

      “We are like islands in the sea,
      separate on the surface
      but connected in the deep.”
      ―William James

      We are out of our element
      the earth eroded, washed under
      our synthetic feet, saltwater
      in our pinched nostrils, reek of sea-
       
      life on our skin, kelp around our necks.
      You disorient fish and the whale
      fight swells, waves, yellow-bellied snakes
      coolly in your peach silk & laced pearls.
       
      A girl’s gold hair is a mean net
      unraveled. Between bright topside
      and the black bottom, creation—
      Darwin’s vessel is lost and found.
       
      From a snapped mast, Scopes’ monkey
      screams and howls like North Sea gales.
      It’s insufficient oxygen
      to the brain, experts say. Absent shepherds
       
      we don’t believe in arks. It is
      a woman’s voice—no oracle:
      Amphitrite (Poseidon’s committed
      to the storm). Make a human chain!
       
      her command, twice repeated.
      We are out of our element
      the schools of blue fish remind us.
      Some give in to the cold water.
       
      You make your limbs fins and pucker
      like a perch, swim to the next girl
      then a scared boy, another girl
      a woman crying for her god.
       
      You know the truth of the earth
      harshness of the water, the air:
      Save another, save yourself.
      Self dispossessed—unburdened
       
      you pull up another, countless
      into the rainbow. We were told
      the wrong thing in school. Do not quit
      is not the same as keep going.
       
      You swim as fast as a sailfish
      as a Guadalupe puma runs—
      though out of your element.
      In this place, there is no helm
       
      no bow, no stern, no starboard, no port
      only the human chain underway.
      We swim, we run, we fly together.
      There’s no death when the spirit breathes
       
      for another. We are reborn
      god-like—when
      we are out of our element.
      Down at the bottom we link hands.

      from Ekphrastic Challenge

      Comment from the artist, Emily Rankin

      “I love the structure of this poem, and its gorgeous imagery. The work is both timely and timeless, and the motion of the language is beautifully reminiscent of ocean waves.”