Whales L Poem by Morgan Michaels

I can recall a time
far away and long ago
before my untried eyes had seen an one-
the sea was shallow and the sky was low
and like a word patiently awaiting
its compliment of rhyme
I longed to see them
never knowing why or how
or when they'd cross my bow.

But now the windshield wipers of my mind
can't beat fast enough to clear them
or get them gone, and I find
peculiar order in this moving mayhem
indigo above, and dun; below
that so un-named a color(or non-color)
brighter now, now duller,
so predators above may see a stone
while those below may see the sky alone.

All so very, very
supernumerary
there and here abounding
breaching, blowing, sidling, sounding
down to where consciousness is murkiest-
to where the eldest dreams are thought to nest
chins upon the endless toils
of their tails
there to sleep and unmolested rest.

Single-sole or.....