Can’t argue

It is beautiful to sit
with you –
checking for whale spume
on the dark blue horizon,

here, at Haga-Haga,
watching the turquoise waves
come in at different angles,
break on the partitioned rocks.

Rocks, inlaid by time, into themselves,
opaque, open: like secrets
of truth you can’t argue with –

just as you can’t argue
with whales moseying
along their way,
nor with me
beside you.

– Silke Heiss, 20th November 2022