Whales’ Song (for Susan)
They're the leviathans of the deep,
mournful singers whose songs
reach out,
across many oceans and seas,
calling for their families
wherever they may roam,
in a deep blue playground
of bittersweet memories
whales’ songs linger on.
She is alone, a cow with her grown son,
singing her way to a new beginning,
following the herd to Hawaii
and points,
north and south,
her song arching out for all to hear
some far, some near, some deaf to
her whale’s song.
Her path takes her many places,
and one day a new face appears,
sings back to her
in unison,
he, from a point so far away,
but his resonance echoes deep channels
across ocean’s floor,
echoes to whale’s song.
And they meet, mid-ocean, and frolic
in the gay abandon of knowingness,
singing the same tune,
playing the same games,
swimming the same channels
and, attuned, they go on
singing each other’s whale song,
together.
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