from another ocean 

tales were told at table

that night
and when it came to my turn

I said
why is it always my turn

and the answer came back
you’re the only one

here
so I recounted the days of my

youth
which I missed grievously

and told
of sorrows and lost loves

and worse things
wearing my heart wide open

recalling
the story of the whale mother

singing
to her stolen calf unceasingly

even
from another ocean

yes there is only

winter came early
but the trees held on to their leaves
and the weather stayed remarkably warm
we only knew it was winter at all
because someone told us
and people gave us knowing looks in the street
you mustn’t grieve the priest told us
it would be sinful to grieve
but nonetheless I did
yes there is only me now