Of Tides and Whales
Christie Benson
[tbenson@primenet.com]
Curling eddies swirl a fateful breeze,
a keenly wind, drowning under
cool tides of salt sea air and a bullet dead sky.
Blowing a mournful sound,
it pierces the heart, dragging from
beyond a watery grave.
Deeper down and farther still,
the wind gives way.
Shiny schools of fish glide
among rocky, ageless coral
hiding from soulless predators.
Deeper down and farther still,
gray ghosts haunt our very spirits,
their sonorous songs telling tales
of birth and joy, life and death.
Do we dare to ride these tides?
To hear the songs they have to offer?
To drink the ebb and flow of life?
Do we dare not?
To touch the water,
run our fingers through the pulse and throb
of drumming heartbeats,
and feel the sweet sounds
of mortal life play along
our very souls, filling a vast
emptiness with a hopeful dream?
© 1998 Christie Benson, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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