a white bellied whale swims round the earth
through a hole in his head, spraying handfuls of
stars that skip through the sky - silver stones over water -
and scatter themselves into dark, secret places.
the ocean stares mournfully at him.
so far below, he can’t hear her calling ‘come home’
or see the tug on her skin, or the boats tip and sway
as she lifts her arms to cup his face in her hands.