One year ago - treatment complete - no wonder I do not wake - then, when I do, fall back to sleep. One year ago, I prepared my gifts, my altar, learned that Steve the nurse, prayed for us each day. It is hard to examine such a day, wrapped tenderly in tissue and tucked away.
This year a mother and her calf traverse the delta of
They are lost, but not afraid.
Humpback whale music will be played to lure them back to the
It worked for Humphrey.
They have traveled further inland than he, setting a world record,
becoming heroes for Humpback whales, their Lewis and Clark.
Songs will be sung, of their wounds, propeller wounds they wear
on their hides, stripes of life, competing, sliding, grating,
and bumping,
like the movement
of continental
plates.
