Mesoplodon Pacificus by Helen Farish
I have shown myself to you
only as drift and you have presumed
to deduce me from this.
I routinely descend
into abysmal depths,
am far from land, secretive.
But what do you know of my breach,
how the lightless world
bursts off me–
how I can feed on this
for thousands of miles,
the routine weight of air crushing
the sea’s surface suddenly
gone, suddenly
an opening into which I pour.
Art by Samantha Holmlund