Life As a Blowhole Like a Whale
...with apologies to Ogden Nash
You think you may have missed the astounding
part of you.
The high tide.
Thoughts and things you had missed,
because of you, little gifts not written down.
Lazy, never-to-be-spoken poetry.
Perhaps an intra-personal disagree
caused an absolute apogee.
And so high the low whale,wary of the deep,
but also, the shore,
will speak forevermore.
A whale of an idea for those
terrestrial walkers of beaches,
and for those who walk inshore.
I offer something more…
If you find nothing you can hold in your hand,
then think again.
And pray that the last gasp from
the blowhole of a whale
will bring you back to high tide,
and pull you back in.
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