Ellipse

Ellipse

There is bliss in the arc of a whale's tail
and the way the rain only strikes me
every seventh drop.

And if you're careful, you'll find it
in the curve between the morning glory
and the tip of a hummingbird's tongue.

But we don't dive in the ocean
or run unfettered through the storm,
and our nectar falls, not from
wordless feathered flights,

but from the empty bend of my arms.

Poetry