Inevitable Moments (poetic thought by George-B)
Lately he dreamed not
But while awake.
Sands, shallow waters,
Mixing with each other at the ever moving line between them,
Yet never an angry charge, tide high, low, very low-
Half a mile into the water up to the knees, pinched now and then by little water creatures- until the white whale came
asking for a place to rest,
Permanently, silently, just with slow taps of the tail, like a long tap on the tatami, by the one pinned to the floor – just that – then some people trying to keep the whale from giving up – the whale didn’t care – It was too late to resume the position of the largest creature of the sea.
At that moment he stopped dreaming…