Bodies Turning Into Sound
Everything is connected
Some nights, as my children sleep,
I go to the shore and listen
to the brushing waves.
It’s dark on the horizon.
Whales breaching in unison,
bellies flashing, bodies turning into sound,
pushing the waves closer to my feet.
A pod surfaces between worlds—
the warming seas bring them nearer,
chasing salmon heavy with eggs.
A reminder everything is connected.
