Meade – Whales

Whales

From watery sanctum
she dives for the moon
breaches the velum
nudges sky

From watery sanctum
she soars past mountains
piercing heavens
swims to the birth of tides

From watery sanctum
she roams with stars that needle night
drifts into stillness
slips into dream

From watery sanctum
she dives for the moon
the harpoon screams deep
into the dream

Originally published in Verse Afire, The Ontario Poetry Society

 

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