This poem is about a whale in the Pacific which has been swimming around for over 20 years calling…but his call is like no other whale species, so other whales do not hear it or respond.
The Lonely Whale
He calls for love in long, low moans,
he will sing like this for hours.
Perhaps some female will hear his song.
His pitch is higher than other whale species,
like the lowest note on a tuba.
He sounds his message in deep space,
a lost spacecraft, spirals
a chthonic mayday, over and over,
his entire life in solitude.
poem and photo Rose Cook