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WHALE /

You have eaten light for years awaiting this
Now as up upon her laddered ribs
colour in your hands like love inside a woman
you paint the whale's body, the surface of the sea
climb down inside her
your ears alive with beating
her own heart milking yours in the palm of its hand
a guided faith walk
through green stark arc
ribs a range of glistening skin
At last like the eye of the beneath
light pours from her mouth like opals
a pure unstoppable breath.

Degan Davis

A slow momentum of whale
who's in motion, on purpose
but with no pretense.
Holder of knowledge
and so,
a library of the balance
of an overwhelming all.

k.

Through your eyes
I see the horizon
whale is the ocean
and what lies beneath
wholly self sufficient
holy as in sacred, as in unfathomable
Deep within Jonah prayed to be returned
to the Beloved.

d.