Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Joyful despair


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,
global warming)

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.  

1 comment:

  1. I have had this thought--why don't the animals that we pursue, maim and kill rise up against us. Of course, there is the whale in Moby Dick that did some fair damage to humans.