Orca (Mikael De Lara Co)

by Abner Dormiendo

We got to the shore before dawn.
From the water’s surface

some hidden thing risked our sight,
enormous and as if on the verge

of flight. I sat by the slope of a dune
while the creature sunk and faded,

anointed by the gray water.
There is sometimes awakening,

a quickening, communion: sacrament
of sand against palm, rapture

of shimmering arc. A body, wet and half-lit.
The steady throb of two hearts,

one heavier than the other.
I am not alone, only human.

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