Poetry – Leviathan

Leviathan

At peace,

Serenely cruising,

Contemplating,

In no hurry.

Effortlessly gliding along,

Lost in the quiet.

Thinking thoughts,

Lost in wonder,

In the moment of being,

Composing songs

To gently croon

Across the vastness

Of oceans

To family and friends.

At peace,

With no enemies,

No need for technology,

No need for weapons.

Traversing the globe,

In no hurry.

To the icy poles

To languidly feed

On the vast shoals,

The plentiful bounty,

Until sated.

Then to the shallow lagoons

To gleefully meet,

To frolic in the warmth

Of friendship,

To mate

And give birth.

To play.

A life of ease.

At peace.

Back to now,

To be one with the oceans,

To add to the song

Of life.

Under the stars,

The sun and moon.

In freedom.

A free spirit,

A guru of the unfathomable,

Chaser of mysteries,

An aesthete who craves

Nothing.

A wonderer.

A wanderer.

A mystic of the deep.

28.12.2018

Who knows what giant thoughts go on in the minds of such huge brains?

They have chosen a life of serenity. Not the hustle and bustle of cities but the quiet solitude of being at one with nature.

They live in a world without danger, without enemies and without limits. Food is plentiful. There is no need to shelter from the elements, to hunt, to starve.

They have no need for weapons, shelters or armies, for possessions, work or ownership. They have no war, crime or endless toil. They do not have to scratch a living out of a difficult terrain. They have all they need.

It is a quiet life of contemplation, composing intricate melodies to share across oceans.

They are exquisite musicians, artists and procrastinators.

Their garret is the sea.

They have all they could ever want.

They lived in their millions. There were estimated to have been a million and a half blue whales.

Then came man.