i woke

i woke in the grumbling
belly of the whale,
the deep of night,
without dream

in the sea, more
intimate than cities,
in the pale shimmer
of  moonlight
coming from the mouth

of my living
humming cage,
singing under water,
blowing through

the surface of
infinite movement.
my friend, the beast
in which i am born,

in which i will die,
i woke swaying and
warm and in the heart
of  a deep drone

coming from stars
through the skin
of all beings
and from within

i heard messages
sent and received
muffled by fog
like ship's horns,

working their way,
getting lost
in the ocean,
drifting apart

like humans do
across distance
on the cotton wool
of their pillows,

tapping on mobiles
in a room artefacted
by omission and
mute awareness

i wanted to go
back into sleep,
my trust in the
navigation of whales

i don't talk to
my whale, i don't ask,
there is no response
but being carried

through the waters
of night and of day
i sleep now,
i sleep now