prior to this experience,
I always assumed that our hearts
make us all of us oceans,
turning into rolling tides
right here in our veins (Anis Mojgani, Shake the Dust).
well, now, the space between my chest and hips,
growing and expanding day by day,
truly feels as though an ocean specifically
from the depths of my being.
and, there’s a whale in there,
a little whale, moving about.
at times, the movements seem to occur
deep down below, so deep within,
that I can hardly witness them.
sometimes, it’s quiet all together, for a while,
as though the whale’s disappeared
into the vastness
with the last tidal waves
and the winds.
and then there are those times
during which the swimming exercises
occur right underneath my skin,
reaching from the farthest east to the farthest west
and back again
up and down the entire length of my belly
with twirls and twists and summersaults.
playfully and agile, with poise and aptitude,
this being’s already claimed her habitat.
from there, she’ll go great distances, I assume and hope,
and move through different states
and adapt to her surroundings
with the vehicles best suited.
may she, out there, always feel like
just as right now,
she belongs in here,
my little whale.