Dolphin Poem 2

On September 1st, 2010, dolphin hunting season opened in Teiji, Japan. I have not seen "The Cove", and I don't think I want to. I can imagine the type of propaganda that it includes. But I can say this: anybody who would kill a dolphin (or a whale) is beyond the scope of my ability to understand. And the way they do it in Teiji is beyond my ability to appreciate.
This is the second of a line of daily sonnets for dolphins I hope to post for at least the next two weeks. 14 14 versed poems for dolphins, for humans, for our relationship to one another.


If we can't learn to talk to one another, how can we ever hope to talk to God?

-Man is the dream of the dolphin. -David Fairstein

Sleep.
Perhaps to dream.
A dream a song
Gliding toward the infinite
Blue.
Perhaps so deep
You cannot will,
But lie awake at night in one giant state
Of ever present
Peace.
Perhaps to last.
One laughing smiling toothy face
Of grey on white on grey.
Breathe.