Ahab's Purgatory Poem by J.M Berger

I spiral around
Adrift in my mind's eye.
A field of red grain twelve feet high
Swayed by the breeze in my mind's eye.
I see for a mile.
But all I see is red.
I spin and I spin,
Drop flat to the ground.
Now there's only sky blue in my field of vision.
An ocean of blue...
The sky is an ocean.
When the nausea comes
I'm convinced it's sea-sickness
And a White Cloud Whale
Swims into my peripheral.
Startling-
He seems to find me wherever I go.