In the North Pacific
scientists have discovered a baleen whale
who swims alone,
singing at a frequency
unrecognized by its own species.
To this one,
the world is nothing but an empty ocean
he is calling into—
a broken record
waiting for echoes.
And then, there’s humans.
In this information age,
we broadcast everything.
We move through a sea of radio waves,
wakes spreading behind us—
echoes of a world screaming
“listen to me!”
Everyone is trying to be important.
expelled as proof of our value:
an opinion, a story, an argument
anecdote lesson scripture prayer
a suicide note in 140 characters.
We are learning that if we cannot entertain,
society does not want to hear from us
so why try?
Scream all you want
but outside of our atmosphere
it is still silent.
Turn on all your lights
but the universe will still be black.
If everyone lives with a fear of being forgotten
all we can produce is dead noise…
we are told to just stop talking
but for some of us it isn’t a choice;
we are writers who brew words like tea
and the pot is boiling over—
here is my handle,
here is my spout,
tip me over and pour me out
for I am nothing more than a vessel
which cannot empty itself
nor stop the overflow
when whatever is held within
has nowhere to go but out.
We remind the world
that despite the loneliness,
that one whale keeps on calling
and we will do the same.
We do not scream,
We are whales,
sinking ever deeper into the music in our heads
flukes curving in a last, glorious farewell
before we dive in.
Do not try to silence us.
(c) Marie KR 2013