dophin poem 7

Dear dolphins,
my friend Linda is about to go into surgery for cancer. She's going to have some of her organs removed, and she'll have to still go through chemo therapy etc. when she gets out.
It is very hard for me to focus on you right now. You are so magical and lovely, but I can't imagine anything bad happening to Linda, and it is really difficult for me to do anything accept feel the stress and the love of this relationship right now.
I am so pissed about the pain that some of you are having to endure at this moment with "dolphin season" having opened in some parts of the world. It's just not right, and it's not fair, and I think of the young ones who are excited to see humans for the first time and then get massacred by them. I am heartbroken, and I hope that this doesn't happen, but whether or not I imagine it as a reality doesn't make one bit of a difference as to whether or not it really happens. I just can't imagine seeing the magic in the water and then going out with the express purpose of killing it.
So I am trying to focus on the love and the joy in our relationship during these two weeks. It's like a discipline that I'm trying, just to think about how much beauty is in your souls, and how much warmth is in your eyes. (We humans, we think that we are the only ones on this planet with souls.) But right now I need to just get drunk, listen to some Jimmy Buffet, and spend some time with Linda. I guess I'll try to pack and head out to Amsterdam at some point, but we'll see.