Thirty-eight million years
Have fine honed the ability of whales
To play with sounds and frequencies,
Tying them to an under-water reality
That is magical, mysterious,
We cannot understand what is perceived
Or shared between whales,
Using sound vibrations
But their intent is to connect
With each other,
Through the vast, dark depths of the ocean.
It is a tragedy of man-made effort
That whales once could call
Across hundreds of ocean miles,
And reach out to their kin,
But humans have polluted the seas
With mindless, maddening noise and machinery
And the vibrations emitted by whales
Are lost too soon, amidst the din of modernity.
As humans we have, in the blink of an eye,
Acquired the ability to communicate globally,
But instead of connection
We are more isolated than ever before.
We have grown apart
And connect in a strange mercurial
Cyber-land that is littered with
Yet sometimes still, we find ourselves,
Like the whales,
Seeking out the closeness of connection,
Channelling extra-sensory perception
In search of one that may
Match our own.
And we remain
Constantly alert to possibility,
Sending out our frequencies.
10 July 2016.