after eleven years in the darkness we were all with him as blind
hands reaching out, fingers crossed
starving to find the light inside of each other--
and when the whale moved
the way whales move
(over, under, through) within
the cold blue, rushing through the wet, we moved too
with the whale in perpetual half-immersion
emboldened by our own self-propelled
motion through water.
he moved through the mist
we moved through the water and spoke the language of mist;
hallelujah
october 2007
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