The black whale
That shot from the sea
And thundered back down
Was master of all his universes:
The liquid world could not contain him;
The air rushed to greet him, filling his lungs with new life,
Hurried to sustain his brief flight;
The solid world -- the world of our flesh and feeling --
Utterly transformed by his might.
All I can ask is to live one moment like him;
To briefly launch into that element just beyond my reach;
That benign and yet ominous Other that both inspires and eludes me;
So that my moment of mastery might descend with me again, into the iridescent deep
Where memory and meaning both reside.
-- Mr. Gobley