Symphony with Whale Song

i

If we sing,
it is a song so slow
that only whales could know it.
Harmony, inevitable and serene -
like crickets in August fading dreamily to atmosphere.
In the encircling calm of your eyes,
I press close to you, hoping
you,
without words,
will touch me.

ii

The pool- too cold;
I cannot plunge into you.
The cold ripples
will wake me to alarm.
So I toeingly test you.
The surface holds no clues
but to kiss,
complex.

iii

In the moonlight, Shamu swims,
crying the answers,
but my ears too fast-
lagging behind the impotent racings of my mind.
A sphinx, smiling.
Is there desire
in the cool evasion of your eyes?

iv

If we sing,
only whales
with their slow ocean ears
could know.
No closer to the ringing call
like rustling leaves beneath me.
skittish, I hold a hand tentatively
in the quivering air,
eyes closed,
straining to hear,
hoping that you,
accidentally,
love me.

- J. D. T. Saul

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