I found a recent news story about an undersea creature that lived far below the Arctic Ice Cap in complete darkness where in truth, nothing should be able to live. No sunlight, few plants, and what should be a relatively nutrient free environment. But no, that's not the case. Living is difficult in places like that and apparently the creatures that live there may subsist on what's known as "marine rain" which is organic material often coming from an ecosystem created on the ocean floor by a dead whale, a dead whale that's fallen to the floor of the ocean at a depth greater than 1,000 meters. I was intrigued by the thought of a falling whale and the creation of a survival system for other creatures. I wrote this poem and was reminded of this image I found in Bar Harbor, Maine.

I put this and two other new pieces in the poetry section of this site.

FallingFalling Whales