Firefly, I speak of breath, that fine
bead. How we effervesce.
Hush darling full-of-air, convenor,
sad captor, your bones and mine
are seashells shot
through with a tender jelly.
A rabbit in your look as I break
the brine, my flukes a black book
a mast in your mind
cross of the drowned.
I groan with fathoms.
You glimpse of ray.
the volume of a lagoon.
– Hinemoana Baker, “What the Whale Said“