Congratulations on your 10 year Blogiversary! Ten years! WOW! That is something to celebrate. Here is my wild offering to you.
I have had a wild dream to swim with whales. . . well, for most of my life. Not long ago, I awoke to find this video sent to me by my daughter:
“Mom, this is you isn’t it?” “This is what you’d love to do!” She’s right. She knows. I watched this video over and over. Trying to feel how this surfer felt during this encounter.
It’s wild. I know. But it truly is something I long to experience. This poem is in response to the video and also in response to your wild request. You will also find my OLW tucked inside of the poem. I’m looking forward to seeing your collection of wild posts!
Filled with whispers of hope
I paddle through clear blue
pulling hard against white breakers which
lead to clear blue, once again.
Ripples of fear keep feet in tact with board,
Keep tremulous fingers gripping the paddle.
I am in company with the rarest of all whales,
Right Whale, once hunted to the brink of
I encounter 55 feet of gliding, endless black,
60 tons next to me until
a crusty bonnet head slides by and
an inquisitive eye meets mine.
We exhale and breathe.
Bulbous flippers steer its bounty
Flukes tip and bend,
tip and bend,
living wild. -Love to a wild woman who lives her dreams!