52 Hertz | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine
52 hertz
The sound, scientists say
Of a tuba’s low note
Of a whale wailing
In the vastness of the Pacific
Here I am. Where are you?
Here I am. Where are you?
And no answer

A baleen whale
Of the family of blues or fins or humpbacks
But not exactly, scientists say
A hybrid perhaps, unlike any other
Alone of its kind
Malformed or mis-wired or deaf
Calling out for more than 15 years
At 52 hertz—and no answer

Alone
Moving restlessly
In the vastness of the Pacific
Here I am. Where are you?

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