Whale's Song

Solemn and slow they glide among the strands like leisurely torpedoes through kelp and crystal beams. Calling and answering in echoes that follow no sound. Melancholy music drifting in and out the jagged caves... are they, perhaps, lamenting over lost calves drug into cruel steel nets that sway in the depths of blue? Or maybe they moan over faces pressed flat on the glass; vacant eyes staring, smearing with fingers, fogging with opened mouths... They'd probably love to talk to us. But their wisdom is wasted on shallow clams and absent-minded eels. by Lisa (Teel) Rodriguez 1984