Beluga. A Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop


white dolphin without wing

homing           drawing succour beneath the ice floe

where the river meets the sea
downstream from the forest
song of the ocean a sonic alphabet
a web of sound we have yet to know

moving northward with nowhere to go
until the gulf of mexico
here today gone tomorrow

your palace of ice

i listen now for your call lost to us

still i am here upon the shore

or perhaps you outlive us all
deep upon the sea bed’s eddies
don’t you already know? we listen
but do not understand at all

in those warm seas where you might roam
who is the predator & who is the prey?

beyond our simulation
our simulacra



Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times ; at his publications include
All the Babble of the Souk , Cartoon Molecules and Next Arrivals, collected poems, & Moon selected Audio Textual Poems available at as well as translation of Guadalupe Grande´s La llave de niebla, as Key of Mist and the recently published Tesserae , a translation of Carmen Crespo´s Teselas.
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