The Whale

The night is me
 the moon is me
 her light her crests her spoons are me
The bog is me
 the marsh is me
 their rot and smell and salt is me
The storm is me
 its calm is me
 the lightning out at sea is me
The beach is me
 her slope is me
 the tide her foam her rip is me
The sand is me
 her grains are me
 her wet her grit her fine is me
The waves are me
 their curls are me
 their ire their crests their depths are me
The fish is me
 her gills are me
 her eggs her school her scales are me
The seal is me
 her hide is me
 her cry her flip her glide is me
The whale is me
 her spout is me
 her tail and tongue and eyes are me
her hump is me
 her swim is me
 her blow her lungs her scars are me

Alice Fisk MacKenzie is an Ada Comstock Scholar and graduate of Smith College.