The Barnacle and the Gray Whale
Said the Barnacle, You enchant me, with your carnival of force. Yours is a system of slow. There is you, the pulley and there is you, the weight. Your eyes wide on a hymn. Your deep song like the turn of that first, that earliest of wheels. Said the Whale, I have seen you, little encruster, in that business of fouling the ships. Known, little drum machine, you to tease out food from the drink. Little thimble of chalk and hard water. You could be a callus of whiter skin. You could be a knucklebone. You who hang on me, like a conscience.
About this Poem
"This poem is the first in a series I wrote as coping mechanism during the Deepwater Horizon oil spill of 2010. What I thought would be downright angry poems turned out more dreamy, more fable-esque: dialogues between marine animals contemplating their vast and ancient world. It's a meditation on biological and spiritual interconnectedness, on a world less touched by man, and—in it's own way—also on deep love for all life."
Cecilia Llompart is the author of The Wingless (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2014). She currently teaches freelance creative writing workshops and divides her time between the United States and France.
Date Published: 2014-02-28
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/barnacle-and-gray-whale