Jonah

Where are you right now?

Swallowed by a fish, captured in the liquid of their guts, not so dissimilar to the outside world, all around them. But is it their story that’s moving you through, their muscles pressing and agitating forward, is it what you wanted. Your parasitic desire to be swallowed whole, to merge into another, grounded and sorted until your story isn’t able to be told, without a mention of the sea.

And what really, do you know of this majestic spirit, this swimming, dancing, creature of the grand unknown, did you ever learn to translate whale song or are you merely fantasizing again. With teeth like that, easy enough to be captured, skin so soft, wise eyes so full of longing,   -so longing fills you, pinches and pulls, not gentle at first, all siren pining, and then it dissipates and dulls and you find yourself wondering, why everything tastes no good, why time alone, feels too much like sand grit sinking, pushing against the deep waters current, without direction or vision, or heart song.

So you ask yourself why not seek out a lift, a little something to make the mix more delightful, the moment hopeful, why question what the heart knows, why grow discouraged by gravitational pulls? A ride, is all, make it symbiotic, but of course –that side of the story will always be unknown, Jonah, how much does the whale miss you?