(Note: Messages from the dreamtime inspire much of my poetry, and as an experiment, I decided to revisit an old dream, from May 2013, and see what new insights it might deliver. The original posting, entitled “Whale Dreaming”, can be viewed here. )
Exposed we are, voyageurs,
crossing a great expanse –
one tiny vessel bearing
the weight of our lives,
two oars to navigate
Unknown depths below
and shadows, murky –
we push on. Row. Row.
sights set on new land
uncharted possibilities
a shape emerges –
great hulking mass
of being, parting waters
rising and transforming
a caricature of our fear
I am mesmerized, read
divinity’s presence, he
shrugs, pragmatically
notes the St. Lawrence
is home to such mammals
I dream of whales, crave
communion, project
mystical wisdom, equate
size with spirit, marvel
at potential connections
Just as I wait for a sign
from the departed, inviting
a simpler life, inspiring hope –
a shore life from which
I can observe the numinous.
One Woman's Quest 