A Song of Survival

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Sometimes I leap with joy

at being an ancient swimmer

in the mighty sea.

My body is as old as time,

my brain encompassing

all that lived

before man's history.

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I see you coming,

the energy

of your vibrations

telling me

those of you

who come in peace,

and those others

 I must flee.

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Though hundreds of years

of slaughter

lie between us,

I still approach your boat

knowing no harm you mean us

Our brains are large,

our wisdom so much

greater.

We know those 

who come to kill

will not awake

till later.

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Though our panic and sorrow 

are extreme

in the time of  killing,

to trust those 

who come in peace,

we are still willing.

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I wish we knew

each other's language,

to share

the knowledge

of my pod.

I look at you

through one of the 

ancient eyes

of God,

 the words

 I cannot speak,

to me, so clear,

you humans are unable yet

to hear.

Listen

to my mournful song,

of how your species

is imperiling this earth.

I see

our future

intertwined -

we sink or swim

together:

death or birth.

I start 

 my long migration

up the coast

with a baby

of my own.

Like any mother,

I pray she and I

will both survive

long enough

for me to see her

fully grown.

Hannah's Transforming Fridays at Real Toads   asks us to speak as a resident of the scrub forest of certain areas. I chose the Baja Peninsula, given my recent focus on the plight of the gray whales.