I’m singing to whales
kind of low and long
not that they can hear me necessarily
you know
all that water in the ears
and even with good projection
they are a ways away
And I don't know what genre
they prefer
country classical or jazz
I’m going alternative
come come come where I can see you
is the chorus
but I don't suppose they will
When it was
all choppy in the waves
he said there is no point looking
they’re not around today
even though he knows nothing about whales
I said just because you can’t see their spumy breaths
above the curl and crash
doesn’t mean they are not there
he said if I was a whale
which wasn't in any way scientific
Whales
doing those flukey leaps
waving at the sky
singing about the place
as alternative as can be
come where I can see you
please
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and sad.
Sad when I remember
how some tried to stop
my search/need for beauty,
cruel (maybe), or jealous (maybe)
of losing me to the Other,
or to the inhuman (they thought).