The Great Whale's Forgetting
- Dustin Parker
- Feb 24
- 1 min read
by: Rachel Parker

Through cobalt depths she moves
like a mountain dreaming,
forty tons of ancient knowing
parting the sea's dark silk.
Her flukes write scripture
in swirling water,
while deep in her bones
lie star-maps of migration,
routes her grandmothers sang.
She carries coordinates
in the curves of her spine,
in the slow pulse
of primordial blood,
while around her
the cold sea churns,
vast and frothy and forgetful.
And now she cannot recall
there was ever anything to remember,
drifting through waters that once held
such secrets, such certainties.
The sacred current flows beneath her
unrecognized, while her very DNA
carries maps she can no longer read
in a language she has forgotten.
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