Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Watching the whale,
come up, spray,
and dive again
Sleek black body lifting hugely,
skimming along the surface,
and disappearing with only a fog of spray left to mark it's presence.
Giant and peaceful.
Watching us watching her.
I wonder that the whales don't rise up against us
for all the harm we do the sea and them.
(Over-fishing, hunting, floating garbage islands,
And yet, she rises up again, to spray and breath,
and leaves behind a fog of breath.
©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge
Image Credit: Liza Lee Miller ©2013 More photos can be found on Flickr.