"CEDAR WINDS:" What Story Told?

What Story Told?

The amber moon 
rounding into fullness 
magnifies the coming winter chill
and right whales head off 
into elusive, reflective realms, 
curve and bend their tails into 
ecstatic light of mystic seas 
too rarefied for human eyes,  
leaving no footprint or trail behind 
to where the sacred cope-pod dwell. 

By heart they know the way 
to what they seek 
through silver, dark,  uncharted swells 
and yet, unfollowed by us, 
they encounter our legacy waiting
ahead of themselves   
in the farthest reaches of the sea 
at the center of their dreaming place, 
our opaque plastics bobbing, 
inert artifacts,oddly devoid of spirit,
floating beneath the stars.

         ~Diana Ramsdell Newman