Dear Baleen,

you, the loneliest 200 ton blue black girl 

in the whole world. ripple along 

trusting any song is always 

better than none. 

notice even tempestuous weather ~ 

a punk rock hurricane or pattering globules waltzing ~

has some composer. know the way your food 

sounds like celebrating African women

krill! krill! 

sing! sing! 

even if you canʼt see me

I hear you sister! 

your wrong throated depth of 51.57 Hz 

or the difference of 20 hurts 

lower. your power 

seeks a new ear. 

my throat closed. 

I no longer tried

until I heard your sleek cicatrix 

muscled darkness calling

sing! krill! 

krill! sing! 

your own kind can’t hear you 

calling out over twenty years 

competing against  marine noise 

pollution; invalid frequencies; 

forgotten migration paths

swim. your own thing

opens my mouth.

NOTE: Scientists have been observing a Baleen whale who sings at the wrong frequency. She follows no known migratory patterns, can not find other whales and has been singing alone for over 20 years. New York Times article.