My Whale

My Whale

Creativity is lost when the day is too long

Like the dorsal fin of a whale that didn't do anything wrong.

But got caught in a net anyway.

Dragged to the bottom of shell fish and sand,

I remember seeing it from land.

We used to write meaningful lines

We had problems, unfulfilled desires and lots of time.

To be cryptic and hidden inside ourselves.

We knew no one understood,

It wasn't the same if they could.

Now the waves are breaking fast,

Setting our whale free at last.

Prickled goosebumps race down my arms.

From the wet ocean spray,

It's salty on my tongue, but I think I'll stay.

Inspiration breeds on ocean coasts,

Where I feel at peace the most.

Thunderous applause fills my ears

It tickles, like taking pride in a task,

You should have done in the past.

My whale, my whale, it died yesterday.

A damaged good with a price to pay.

When something's gone yu have to let it go.

I kissed it goodbye from my seat on the rock.

I sighed, it billowed and then it stopped.