Orca Speaks Poem by Joan Woodbridge

arching magnificently into air
I swim my being
between bliss and necessity
calling
whistling
clicking
spouting
through sea-foam corridors...
even as I disappear

our wordless dialect
orients informs and connects

enter the silence now
and listen

this is what we know:

water and breath are the media of ecstasy
salt water is the permissive plasma on which all feeling flows

our calls echo your love cries