Thursday, February 25, 2016



the sun sets toward the horizon
behind dancing palm trees,
clouds and sky conspire with it
to draw us into appreciating its show,

and suddenly, below the sunset,
a whale blows, and breaches,
blows, and breaches,
blows, and breaches,
each leap into the air
applauded by those of us on shore,

whale and fish, like us, drawn here,
not because of the depth of the ocean
but because of the contrast of depths and heights,
a 10,000 foot dormant volcano
standing on roots deep into the ocean,
here where the thermal mass of so much water
tempers, conditions, releases,

it is in the holding of those extremes together
that niches appear within which life flourishes,
whether the flowers and trees
which can cascade plant beauty upon us,
to the ocean where diversity and bounty run amok,
and cascade sea bounty upon us,

we find ourselves here, daunted, humbled,
blessed with an excess of glory. 

by Henry H. Walker
February 21, ’16

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