Dia de Amor: Magdalena Bay - Alan Cohen

[Larry Robinson]

Dia de Amor: Magdalena Bay



Red streaked dawn across sun spattered waves
wind in our faces,
Panga boats bounce ahead toward deeper water.

They say the blow
of the gray whale
looks like a heart,
a spray of love so delicate
it bursts into flares of passion
nurturing
a steadily burning warmth.

We approach them slowly,
these gray whales,
engaging in the heaving dance
on the sea
of boat and beings.

Barnacled down their backs
rising hugely,
white filigree on shining thick black skin,
rolling in blue water,
grace in their mountainous girth.

Heads raising from the bay
glancing into our eyes,
penetrating to our very core.

Swimming beneath the boat,
nudging the keel playfully,
rising to blow with abandon.

Closing between us
they invite our hand to skin
for an eternal moment,
drowning in the swell of joined connection,
knowing our deeper selves
seen and blessed.

Two diverse beings
neither suffocating the other
into an indistinguishable confluent cocoon,
nor drawing separately far apart,
the gossamer line between
linking hearts
stretches and silently kisses.

Rumi says:
wash our eyes with awe.

Tears of thanks,
I am a native of this Earth's oceans
once again.

	- Alan Cohen
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