In 2010 most of you will remember the devastating horror of the Gulf Oil spill. I remember. I was here and I saw the heartbreaking results. And now there is a movie about it. I believe it opens tonight.
I'm sure it will be a good movie, full of action and heart-tearing sadness, but its a "movie". I wonder how much of it will be truth.
In 2010, when this tragedy happened I wrote a free verse poem, and I wrote a story. The story is not only about the oil spill but about other of man's invasions into our nature's beautiful habitat as well. I may post (repost) the story another time soon, but I would like to post my poem here today instead of the regular haiku.
Because it's how I feel.
GENTLY THEY TRAVEL
She glides through the deepest waters
Her long sleek body shimmering in the muted light
Winding in and around the ancient coral - searching
Her keen eyes ever vigilant
The baby swims beside her – watching and learning
His body a miniature duplicate of his mother
Twisting and turning in perfect unison
Gently they travel
The ancestral spirits of the reef
Frozen in time
Whisper to them as they pass
Shhhhhh - go safely
Ahead a large shadow looms
Mother slows - wary
Baby shrinks to umbra
Seeking protection under its mother
The shadow moves - undulating with the water
A deadly danger this mother has never seen
Just dark water she cannot recognize as harmful
It moves with the rhythm of the current
They travel forward - swimming into the murky shadow
The slime enters their bodies - infiltrates organs
Feeling it – confused - mother turns away with baby following
Too late - the damage is done
It will take time
The baby will grow - but not flourish
Failing to thrive - he will suffer
Only to die and wash up on some lonely shore
And mother – older and stronger - not understanding
May live to produce another
From memory teaching it to avoid murky slime
Unknowingly teaching it to consume oil contaminated fish
And the drilling continues.
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Thank you Rebecca for the opportunity to vent
here in our wonderful Friday haiku space