Whales
My first whale was a hollow
exhibition piece, a body taken on the road
for show. I walked inside it
and settled down among the echoes
trapped there. I stayed awake for years,
until I saw a whale crash through
the plate glass surface of the ocean
which suddenly
weighed nothing as it spread
infinity around the space
through which the whale went back
down, leaving the water
open, like the mind
where a memory has passed through.
Copyright © 2004 David Chorlton