When whales get lost in song

Do they feel it rise up in their bellies,

Relax their throats and flex their diaphragms for a full body, wide breath,

Before they let their beauty and their dreams rumble across their vocal cords in a sweet ballad

That kisses and touches every whale that it meets across the whole wide sea.

Do whales become the vibration that billows out through the water,

and ripples through our hearts, spreading love into the nooks and crannies of us all?

Does all include the dolphins – do they also applaud from their place

Among sea gardens, barrier reefs, or tectonic plate cliffs

That form natural amphitheaters –

The acoustics, I hear, are amazing.

Do I have to buy a ticket or is it written in my nature – printed on every living soul?

Or is it only for the whales to yearn for whale song,

Be swept up by it, described and expressed and transfixed by it?

To mourn through it, love through it, music?

What’s it to me, a singer of human song?

Audience to the whales and author of my own art;

If I open my throat and loosen myself so I flow through my mouth as music,

May my song meet the whale’s and mingle in the waves

As mystery dissolves in beauty,

And myself into a single living song.

Poetry by Rachel
rayintheworld.com
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Photography by Addison
Addisonbryantart.mypixieset.com
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