I began.  I finally began.  I am many things that have faltered.  I am many things that have prospered. In everything I am, I seek to share my story.  So, it begins… the narrative of the whalesong.

My song has no audible vibration
sound forms from the purple root
of me where disharmony lies
I have evolved from a pocket
of safety held by my silence
I floated
and danced
and flipped in bouyancy.

My song bellows
low pitched hymns
no rhymes
no words
no stanzas
simple grunts uttered
birthed and waves radiate out!!!

In all directions rippling
and coasting seeking receipt
whomever they are
wherever they are
my tale will reach them 
they will receive it
when they recognize the call
they will come
and we will be glorious
in OUR work!

Written by Nataki Bhatti
Edited by Keith Snow