I write from the belly of a whale
deep undersea
in plankton filled waters
and the whale disintegrates
and I am inside its mighty ribs writing.
Pen in hand I slowly ascend
surrounded by a million shapes fed
by what was once a whale: sea urchins,
squid and starfish spiral nautilus and parrot fish
plumeria and kelp forests.
Sun in my hands I surface at last
and wind my body in kelp
among whiskered sea otters.
Now I write in that liquid green place
and sway in each ocean current.
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