New One

I've been tinkering with the whale poem.


Duet

The whales gather
calling across
thousands of miles
their wise if
inadequate eyes
on either side
of their heads.

In contrast
the ear cannot
be seen; its chambered
cochlea coils
within the cavern
of its skull.

Humans experience
the ocean with
their eyes:
pulsing coral
flame bright
Imperiator Angel
the angler with its
worm-like lure.

Seeing hardly
matters to the whales
chanting their collective
saga that will
never end perhaps
of humans in their
clumsy ships
their subtle
hands ill-shaped
for swimming
their grapple hooks
and insatiable nets.