Cello Listens For Returning Whales Amidst A Sea Of Stars

A jellyfish squirms by
Oedipal as meringue 
You are far out to sea
A stone pier defiant
The alarm shakes like a buoy 
The bell almost           insignificant 
A cello ha-haroooms
Clears her hopeful chest
Sidles to the fronds of lace
A deepwater fish
She can
With a clawed-shell fist 
Glass-cold and pressed
To jaw and brow
Deep and slow as galaxies
Almost hear
The dorsal hum
In the heaved dark, wandering
A sound as bright and lost
As a beacon