Last night I slept to ocean sounds, and watched
across the water as the whales confessed
their love in song, slapping their massive tails
against the surface after each bellow.
And all upon the shoreline were engulfed
in sleep or love, drifting in and out of
consciousness as ripples from the whale songs
lapped up against the drowsy sands; except
a solitary seal, awake, barking
syncopatically, forced from the beach
for disrupting their aquatic concert.
And slowly he fled inland; and often
he tried to make songs of his own, waiting
for someone to beckon him home.