I am tiny.

A monster that threatens no one.

Sailing, soaring, singing, soothing

I push the water around me

And propel forward, feasting.

I live a lonely life

And sing.

To sing for joy,

Or sing to feign the gaiety of youth which has left me.

But always the solitude of the sea crushes my heart

When I sing

And no one answers.

I can’t complain

I feel no real pain.

Perhaps the company of friends wouldn’t suit me,

Like a pod of dolphins, clicking and chattering.

They don’t know the ocean as I do.

I feel its every vibration.

The water moves around me, as if to apologize.

I’ve been here forever.

I know all, an embodiment of all things marine.

Most don’t realize

What I do:

I filter the clear, blue water

Fed by the darkness of the sun

And provide for the fish

That trail my tired body,

Longer and thicker and heavier than any other

That walks or swims on this planet.

I’m not proud to be a whale

But yet I’m not ashamed either.

I have come to accept that

I am just a tiny part of this vast, cosmic world.