He dubbed me, not a knight,
but to be in my next life, a whale.
My ten year old son, Zoli's
drift wood sword tapped
my one shoulder then the other
as we stood on boulders at the ocean.
"Mom, you shall be a great creature,"
he nobly announced, "an Orca."
I wish my family and friends
could be a pod of whales for one life
and then human again in the next.
Or even that people could also live
lives as seals, elephants, sparrows.
Perhaps that would be the end
of greed and a return to Eden.