per amica silentia lunae

or, across the ferny brae with the evil voodoo celt

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Watching the Oregon Whale

A hard gray wave, her fin, walks out on the water
that thickens to open and then parts open, around her.

Measured by her delved water, I follow her fill
into and out of green light in the depth she has spun

through the twenty-six fathoms of her silent orison,
then sink with her till she rises, lulled with the krill.

Beads of salt spray stop me, like metal crying.
Her cupped face breathes its spouts, like a jewel-wet prong.

In a cormorant's barnacle path, I trail her, spun
down through my life in the making of her difference,

fixing my mouth, with the offerings of silence,
on her dark whale-road where all green partings run,

where ocean's hidden bodies twist fathoms around her,
making her green-fed hunger grow fertile as water.

- Annie Finch

I happened across this on Representative Poetry Online, which is a pretty good site to browse (although there are some odd gaps).

I love the imagery, the subtle rhymes, the way she weaves her perceptions and imagination into the percieved scene...

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