The dolphins ride in on the music,
but why did they come here?
Did they seek to lend their harmonies
to a new music most queer?
Did they soar in on its melody,
come in on a riff,
drawn by its dissonant whistle—
a mere beckoning whiff?
Whatever the dolphins are hearing,
whatever they’re trying to reach,
we do not know their language
as they strand themselves on our beach.
Perhaps we divert them with towers
that speak in a tongue their own,
and though it’s not our intention,
our messages form a koan
that they are driven to answer
as we’re drawn to outer space,
pulled to find our others
in an alien clime and place.
We believe we are harmless and loving,
at peace with their watered dreams;
when in truth we are drying their world up—
ripping it at the seams.
We send out the signals to pull them
to where they should not be,
like fairytales told to children
that draw them to our knee—
backs to the seaward window,
ears sealed to their keening tones
as the dolphins swimming landward
pave our beaches with their bones.
The prompt today was believe. As I am trying to get a book together, I’ve found an excellent way to meld these efforts with my blog. As the prompts come in, I look for an older poem written to the same prompt and spend the time editing it rather than writing a new poem. This one has changed a good deal. If you want to see the original, go here. Let me know if you like the original better.