The Whale Cafe
Thu, 05 Apr 2018
This is the cafe in the park
where the whales come for breakfast,
between the hours of 8 and 9.45am.
It is waitresss service only and each whale has a favourite table.
Throughout the year, whatever the weather,
the gardeners sculpt and plant the sea bed
they sing in harmony with the mottled light
which dances on the skin
of the air bubbles
as they contort upwards
The whales are not big conversationalists.
They prefer to sit in
punctuated by the
rattle and hum of bone china
and the sea swoon swoosh
as their giant tails
obfuscate far into
the silken vermillion
This is a place for contemplation
which has been unchanged
for a hundred thousand generations.
It is a place of silent thunder
where the vestigial fronds
of sentience are born.
It is a place we can never inhabit, or own
but if it dies