i am so sorry.
i am so sorry.
i am so sorry.

the whale

sucked through teeth like filters
the summer solstace brings brine,
no brackish, salted water
pick up the pieces of the now dead,
recently deceased,
children of the sun.
tidal waves of ocean
wash across the face of rocks sent out to sea
broken barges,
abandoned ships,
the captain went down with the crew he never knew.
so here it comes to destroy
everything we've built
with heart or mind or body.
experience tells us that ahabs never win,
regardless of what stories may say.
written for generations, a log of empty promises,
for fear of future instances,
and reoccuring nightmares.

i would do anything to never face the whale
whose name changes yearly, upon the month of may.
i fear i'll never make it home,
this flimsy ship provides so little,
barely enough to hold your weight, and little to hold mine.
i'll continue to get angry
and hide my shredded sails,
the wind will pass through them like liguid.

floating aimlessly through semi-dangerous waters,
wrought with all of the unknown.
so for years they'll over-obsess
about the one that got away,
who's the ship, the whale, the captain?
for years they'll fear
they've made the same mistakes,
the choice to make a life on land,
the lack of choices made.
plunge back once risen,
waves of wreckless water,
years of clouded thoughts.
plunge back when broken,
an invalid in water,
float home with boyant body,
float home with empty heart.