On the corner of Courtenay and Tory

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.

I swallow
the volume of a lagoon.

– Hinemoana Baker, “What the Whale Said

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One thought on “On the corner of Courtenay and Tory

  1. were it not for the fireflies... says:

    Lovely poem – there are still fireflies here, glimpsing of rays, while there are whales there, groaning with fathoms. Was Hinemoana at the library? http://goo.gl/maps/m182 She was at the University of Iowa in 2010.

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