Blind salamanders
in the flooded caves
of Herzegovina
can live a hundred years.
Not doing much of anything.
One calm individual
hasn’t moved at all
for seven years.
They wait,
listening for
a snail to move.
One meal
can sustain them
for a decade.
Every dozen
years or so,
they mate.
What dreams
does such a
creature have?
In the cool subterranean
flow of crystal waters
in their century long night,
do they dream of drifting
through the darkness
of intergalactic space?
Do they summon
ancestral memories
of when their progenitors
were the first to walk
upon the virgin earth?
In their blindness,
perhaps they seek
to see the face of God.
