When I think of Jonah,
it's not the storm
or the casting out
on shore, redeemed,
I think of.

I think of the
3 days in the
whale's belly--
the watching
the waiting.
Nothing to do
about it.

3 days.
A whale's belly.
A thing I can't
imagine.

Only, I imagine
the anxiety
the fear
the misery.

And, finally,
the light
the shore.
The casting forth.

What got
churned away?
What was left behind
in the process?