White soul in Turkey’s gulf,
The black chill, the blessed fathoms
Holding that gargantuan mammal
For hands smaller than its eyes…
To find all this benevolence is to descend
Attended by depths receiving such life
With a respect for the letting go.
Love, so evident, the lesson has never been
Until now with how we wave, riding foam
From either side as the whale
Bubbles perception-----
Links, links,
This world beyond triptychs,
But views to feel time
Touching collages,
touching roots
Oceans-round.
