Written in the water of my life
are the whale songs of my beginning
long moans recalling the trappings
of my condition as well as the joys
of its definition
words appear, dissolve
elusively uttering riddles
leaving me to churn in the flow
of their meaning
Carried by the movement
I cannot fight
lest I be drowned
by the oblivion of unconscious thought
Spiraling I revisit the sounds
at once strange and familiar
until in recognition
they find their resting place
in the resonance of my beating heart.
