Not satisfied with the lineation, but this is just the 1st revision from my initial notes, jotted on the back inside cover of my now latest used-up journal.
How I’m feeling these days… Since it’s fairly nebulous at this stage, I offer the following epigrams to hopefully shed light while we wait for the workshop dust to settle, and the lines I sand to smooth.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Landwhale Rescue
“I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.”
― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
“But I will warn you whom to fear: fear the One who, after He has killed, has authority to cast into hell; yes, I tell you, fear Him! Are not five sparrows sold for two cents? Yet not one of them is forgotten before God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.”
I’m a whale with two crossed
spoons, and OH, I just
realized I’m a whale.
My airhole is burning, I’ve
never been so hungry– and,
baby, I’m a whale: I’ve been
starving my whole life–
with these dirty pebbles, splintered
twigs digging in my skin.
You say
I look gray. If the
encyclopedia is right, I
should be blue and
covered in pounds of
barnacles, not this
rocky, spiney scabbing.
How does a gray whale
get back into the sea?
Lifted, I reckon,
by the finpits,
tossed not like
a bad catch of mackerel,
but with all the tender
sleekness of a carnival
goldfish in
a $20
fishbowl.
Amica Mea Stuff 