O, Orca
Tahlequah —
so much more
than just J35 —
for 17 days
more than
1,000 miles
of heartache
you gave us —
waiting, watching
as you grieved —
carrying the weight
of the world’s eyes —
teaching each
and everyone —
grieving mothers
have their own —
ways and time
to say
goodbye.
To grieving mothers of all the gods’ creatures. Birds of a feather. If I could walk on water to lift your spirits, you know I would. A special thought to TM, here: Tahlequah brought you to mind, Sister of my same waters.