Ocean Dreaming

The last time I remember the ocean

it was in the bodies of whales

infused in the saline as phantams

meandering gracefully with their babies

in the depths of some other time.

 

This water was surely syphoned from heaven

into the liquid pastures where mothers

whinnied and groaned,

cuffing the napes of their offspring

as they slid closer to God

for a view of forever.

In the reflection of gazing

into one enormous eye

of another mother,

it was impossible not to bristle;

fear and extacy the twins in my belly.

 

Trapped in the allure of this seasick vision

I pushed to birth my own offspring

into the world of unknowing,

smooth and effortless as ever.