Whale Song

Much have I known of this sea-green world

from fathomable depths of deepest emerald

to the break beyond the limey shallows

where silvery beams from a waxing moon

lighten familiar pathways for the great migration

a raised turret sits high on the bluff

perfectly placed to take in wide vistas

perfect too for tuning in to sea sounds

that are borne on the air for all to hear

from the turret I hear these songs

and I watch as night falls and blankets the air

in shades of unseeing-ness, until the moon rises high

pulls on the undertow, awakens the singers

from their slumber in the green sea-deep

and their night-song wafts on the breeze

still, above the crashing of relentless waves

against resistant rocks and grainy shores

louder still than the heard songs

of sun-splattered days, or wind-swept

a sea-borne symphony, a moonlight sonata

rings out and I know all is well for Gangmangang.