Whales and Protocols

“What is that?”
a boy, two seats over
echoes my thoughts
“I’ve been wondering that too!”
I blurt, disregarding social protocols.

What are the protocols for people
herded onto a ferry, headed across
open water, seated in close proximity
to neighbours?

“A whale?”
his mother asks, obviously as eager
as I to catch sight of one.

“Not whale behaviour, really –
it hasn’t submerged.”

“Sometimes they roll on the surface.”

I’m not an expert on whales, but doubt it.

“It’s a boat,” the father declares
bursting our bubbles.

A curtain draws between us –
they return to their lunch
and talk of things unrelated to whales.


(Today’s challenge is to incorporate dialogue into our poetry.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

8 thoughts on “Whales and Protocols

  1. I like this poem very much. I , too, have wondered about the strange social protocols that keep us from conversing with strangers. Seems the world might be so much better if we disregarded them more often.

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  2. “It’s a boat.” THIS is how our childlike sense of curiosity and wonder gets squashed. Good for you for encouraging the child to imagine other possibilities, no matter how unlikely or remote.

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  3. my son once said to another little boy on a ferry: do you like nature? – in a rather plummy posh voice that made us burst out laughing. He had a pack of nature-themed Top Trump cards and was wondering if the other boy wanted to play. We still tease him about it 🙂

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