I wonder what she would tell me if I could understand
Like spies of any age,
I want the key to the code that will unlock her secrets.
Secrets of the deep
Our desire to know
drives us ever deeper
Struggling to crack the code
Yearning to understand our siblings
Whale, Orca, Dolphin
Do we really want to know what they have to say?
Secret patterns of movement
flow and eddy
The effects all that are visible
rocks, trees and earth
Hints of things that remain obscured
Stomping in the summer
tiny homes concealed
rock and leaves
detritus to us
Lift a rock to explore
destroy a home
Sources unseen by our eyes
pouring from the depths of our mother
nourishment and love personified.
When does a secret cease to be secret?
Is there a magic number?
A circle separating those who know
from those who don’t.