A whale spouted by and I dreamt of the story my life could tell. I remembered many loved and lost, I received the world, had a conversation with the cosmos.
A whale spouted by, the vastness deepened. I sat, hands in lap, left over right, palms up, thumbs touching.
A whale spouted by, I smelled sagebrush. I watched the buckwheat sway along the sea cliffs, became hungry.
A whale spouted by and I contemplated the fallen. Standing among fallen acorns, I too am a fallen one.
A whale spouted by and I stopped searching for things. I vowed to stop searching for a horse while riding a horse.
A whale spouted by and my fingertip touched itself. The blade of my sword cut itself, I ate two bowls of soup.
A whale spouted by, it came and it went. Sounds come and go. Wind, rain, pebbles in a pool. Time to chop onions, prepare soup again.
C.M. Rivers 