The Whale As Event

This crisis for another
Bubble tumbled in your breath
We saw it down as real

Blubber insisting memory
Is action, action is
Engenderment the all-

Chaos all the time
A holey space singular in
Which journey number had only

This sinking

Body with which to see
Felt movement to hear
Chases with the Open--another

Horizon here confusing
Seizure with action, thought
With will haste with

Being slow--the broken
Ship becomes a promise--
Floating back to fathom each.