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.
