Here is how it ends—the whale
departs from its shell
and there is a curve of body and blood, a trail
of the mother’s womb. Counterpoise:
the redistribution of weight
and water—for a moment, you can see
the sea rise—and then,
the equilibrium.
Cell-like,
and I see the earth growing smaller.
This is quite nice. I found the “Cell-like” line to diminish the poem, but then the “earth growing smaller” redeemed everything. This is my favorite poem of yours (so far). Nicely done. Submit to PQ once in a while. 🙂 http://poetryquarterly.com We’d love to read more from you.