Inky fins
Slicing through blue waters
Past ice sculptures
Two thousand foot dives
Lifespan as long as men
But with hardly any calves…
The pods are precious
In an illuminated sea
Filled with magnificent mothers
O cetacean heart
What of your children?
What of tomorrow?


O whale
Do you know what the earth looks like
From space?
Everything is small…
You can’t see war or hate
Pandemics or climate change
It’s round like the moon
A spherical sky
Filled with clouds
That’s how I would describe
Ice, land and ocean
And everything all around
O honorable whale
Revered yet hunted
Loved yet uncared for
We live in a prodigal world