Whales
Blue navy waves
with white caps
and whales
greeting the clouds
with a blow and a spout
then a gray dive deep
Do you hear them, singing
songs of migration,
already ancient when the world
was fresh and the water
clear and salty
and certain
A whole concert
of hellos, welcoming
the newly born,
and a resonant keening
to mourn all those
who’ve sunk to the sand
With echoing calls of sorrow
and wonderment
at the surface songs
of humanity,
whose vain glory
blares loudly how great they art
Rough waves, and whales
dying to find cool waters
and always singing
for love of the sea,
their vast hearts full
of silence and sound