WHALE
AT SUNRISE
By
Bill Olson
© 1983 by Bill Olson
The splash arose
Like a volcano's roar,
Conjuring up
The ancient sea lore,
Which told so true
Of the Goddess of Love:
She swam like a fish,
She flew like a dove.
And up to our boat
She came like a wave
To give us her love
Which could make us her slave.
Her smile was sweet,
Her heart was so soft,
And her spirit was ready
To take us
aloft.
-- Eau Claire, Wisconsin
August 4, 1983