Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, September 20, 2012


I wish I were a dolphin -
caught in a storm
off the coast of Puerto Rico,
battered all night
by the fierce water,
the rock and reef,
then hurled ashore,
pectoral fin driven deep
into the wet earth.

I am trapped, on my side,
burdened by a weight and mass
I’m not used to having.
I am here,
as the storm subsides,
as the wind and waters calm,
as the sun climbs the ladder of the sky,
as the great ocean tries to bring me,  
her lost child, home again
but can’t.
I am here,
among the seas’ debris,
the wreckage of broken trees and rock,
a prisoner to sand,
drowning in too much air,
baking beneath the mid-day sun.
In a world where
there is no echo
in which to locate myself.

This is when you appear.
Unencumbered by thought,
you rush to me,
with a freedom you do not have
among your own kind.
You bend down,
over my fusiform body,
my blue-grey freckled flesh,
to assess the damage:
the deep gashes
along my length, my fins,
the bleeding and shredded snout,
the tattered blowhole,  
that opens and closes
like a muted and mangled mouth,
a breathing wound.

You look into my eye
and are surprised to see
there is no panic there,
only trust.
I know you will not harm me.
I know you are here to save me.
I see this in you.

You drop to your knees,
plunge your short arms,
your puny hands,
into the sand
and thrust them underneath me,
under my slick wide body
and begin to lift
as the tide swells in around me -
the curve of my spine
marrying itself
to the curve of your arm.
We are flesh against flesh,
bone against bone.

This is what I wish for:
to be met by utter abandon.
To be loved with no hesitation,
without the meddling intrusion
of doubt & indecision, without
the fear of judgment or the threat
of disappointment.
Just one being
melding with another.

I am dying
for this day to come.
For the day I am a dolphin
and not a man.

1 comment:

  1. I was on the beach at Santa Monica years ago when a bottle nose dolphin attempted to strand itself on the shore. About 100 bathers formed a human chain to force the animal back into the sea, when it tried several times unsuccessfully to reach the sand. It made careful effort to not harm any us during this contest of wills.