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Whale Breaching

October 6, 2020

Whale Breaching

By Amba Gale

This fog filled morning

the bright lights of our family room

illuminate the whale.

Leaping with joy, he flies

Up

Up

Up

he flies

beyond the froth,

far above the hills.

Eyes open wide,

he smiles,

joyous,

wondering,

celebrating the glory of being alive,

his great flippers just like wings

as he propels

himself toward the sky,

and then, married to gravity, falls

to the depths of the sea

with sheer abandon,

announcing his place in the world.

Additional Poetry

January 5, 2021

The Long Pause

Three‑layered bank of fog.
Hills, mountains, Cascades
hover on the Sound,
a soft, stealthy cat guarding its treasure,
halfway between our shore and the sand spit.

December 22, 2020

As We End this Year

Let

the opportunity of these times

fill your heart with gratefulness.

Can you not see

that everything around you

is calling for a new perspective

and that you

are hungry for

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