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| Blessing of the Dolphins This is my religion, the godwits, Perquisitors in the lacy surf and all The sea sparking Sunlight. A small boat Rigged with the sails of a Chinese junk skims Swiftly towards the pier, canvas wing, ribs visible From the beach, flattened by the high tide, Spellbound, titan beneath the full moon’s siren song. Not far out, the dorsal fins of a school of dolphins break The surface and Easter visitors do not turn to look, Do not see the arcing bodies that soar and dive with the joy Of their dual identity, as mammals, as water beings. That I might feel the ecstasy of breath released And hear the conversations of the others, Sisters and brothers, of sea turtle and whale. That I Might be blessed by the reckless way they laugh at death And feel, in their unhallowed jubilation, my own song Rising. Neli Moody |
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| The Heads, Australia PHOTO by Neli Moody |