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
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
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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