Whalesong (poem)
Whalesong
Barely attending
Cicadas rising percussively sieving through
an open window screen
How redeemed by gentle warmth the
room is once again in summer
Resolving from a fog
that now and then allows a gift
Fixed in memory to scratch at the spidering trail
where the smell of blades furrows in
The sea
Before the oil churns to soap
Agitates cascading and the maculation of
A myriad bubble lenses and memory again is
Foam
The liver of the eloquent-speaking whale
Makes him kin to a couch potato
His dreams are lard and his song
Begins to bump bump bump bump
Like repeating oscillation
“I feel mute and alarmed
As the sunfish
Mola mola
I touch the sand grit”
Whalesong
For the Gullible
(2015, Stephanie Foster)