The giant porpoise of the sky
Swims over the village after dark.
Moon irradiation renders it invisible
But I can feel the down-draft from its tail-fin
Even on the stillest night.
Every darkness when it is deepest –
Which means closest to us –
I hear it sing distinctly;
Sympathetic; I vibrate –
A leaf of grass in the wind –
So the echo of its tones
In the grove of my loneliness
Lets it know that in companionship
I stand in this garden, as its kin;
That I too hear no answers when I sing.
