Calling the Whales
By Barbara Spring
Call them and they will come:
they will come up from the deep,
from the wished for unknown.
Belugas, smiling, pure white, chirping
and singing their Arctic songs of long ago
and songs of today.
Then magnificent migratory humpbacks,
breach, sound and
breach again slapping down
in a huge splash. In ancient days, whales harmonized
with a stone pipe’s tune
and sometimes to the sympathetic sounds of
Arctic throat singers.
Think of whales with a good heart
or simply say, I wish I could see a whale,
and there they will be.
The belugas will sing to you
songs of Arctic ice that cracks like a gun
songs of longing, songs of salt, of swarming krill.
And the black and white killer whales
follow the salmon in their yearly
migrations.
Even they with their
rows of sharp teeth will not harm you.
as they swim close, don’t be afraid.
Such knowledge lies within our bones:
within their bones.
It is something within yet just
beyond our grasp.
Calling the Whales
Call them and they will come:
they will come up from the deep,
from the wished for unknown.
Belugas, smiling, pure white, chirping
and singing their Arctic songs of long ago
and songs of today.
Then magnificent migratory humpbacks,
breach, sound and
breach again slapping down
in a huge splash.
In ancient days, whales harmonized
with a stone pipe’s tune
and sometimes to the sympathetic sounds of
Arctic throat singers.
Think of whales with a good heart
or simply say, I wish I could see a whale,
and there they will be.
The belugas will sing to you
songs of Arctic ice that cracks like a gun
songs of longing, songs of salt, of swarming krill.
And the black and white killer whales
follow the salmon in their yearly
migrations.
Even they with their
rows of sharp teeth will not harm you.
as they swim close, don’t be afraid.
Such knowledge lies within our bones:
within their bones.
It is something within yet just
beyo
nd our grasp.
Calling the Whales
Call them and they will come:
they will come up from the deep,
from the wished for unknown.
Belugas, smiling, pure white, chirping
and singing their Arctic songs of long ago
and songs of today.
Then magnificent migratory humpbacks,
breach, sound and
breach again slapping down
in a huge splash.
In ancient days, whales harmonized
with a stone pipe’s tune
and sometimes to the sympathetic sounds of
Arctic throat singers.
Think of whales with a good heart
or simply say, I wish I could see a whale,
and there they will be.
The belugas will sing to you
songs of Arctic ice that cracks like a gun
songs of longing, songs of salt, of swarming krill.
And the black and white killer whales
follow the salmon in their yearly
migrations.
Even they with their
rows of sharp teeth will not harm you.
as they swim close, don’t be afraid.
Such knowledge lies within our bones:
within their bones.
It is something within yet just
beyond our grasp.
Calling the Whales
Call them and they will come:
they will come up from the deep,
from the wished for unknown.
Belugas, smiling, pure white, chirping
and singing their Arctic songs of long ago
and songs of today.
Then magnificent migratory humpbacks,
breach, sound and
breach again slapping down
in a huge splash.
In ancient days, whales harmonized
with a stone pipe’s tune
and sometimes to the sympathetic sounds of
Arctic throat singers.
Think of whales with a good heart
or simply say, “I wish I could see a whale,”
and there they will be.
The belugas will sing to you
songs of Arctic ice that cracks like a gun
songs of longing, songs of salt, of swarming krill.
And the black and white killer whales
follow the salmon in their yearly
migrations.
Even they with their
rows of sharp teeth will not harm you.
as they swim close, don’t be afraid.
Such knowledge lies within our bones:
within their bones.
It is something within yet just
beyond our gras
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