The gray whale


Gray whale - Eschrichtius robustus - at Scammo...

Gray whale – Eschrichtius robustus – at Scammons Lagoon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The gray whale

A Story by Coyote Poetry

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A very hard story. Need good friends to give us reason to be alive.

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The gray whale

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(For leona. A missed friend.)

Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man
stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table a
30/30 rifle lays next to the half empty bottle of tequila. The box of
shells lay near on a shelf in reach.
The man wrote in a journal.
“Promises made and broken.
Left forgotten in a shallow grave.
Waiting to rise up and choke the life out
of the remaining dreams.”

The man went to the bathroom. He looked into the mirror. He told the
reflection in the mirror to fuck off. He goes back to the 30/30 and
begins to clean her for the thousandth time. A whisper appear in his
head. “Life is sweet. Death is sweet. Life is shit.” He reached for one
shell. He loaded the shell into the chamber. He wondered would anyone
give a shit if he was dead?

He heard a gentle knock at the door.
He tried not to pay attention to the knocking. The knocking become
louder.  He heard a voice. It is Leona. He gets up and goes to the door
and open it. Leona hugged him. Asked him was he OK? She told him. “I had
a dream you were dead.” She walked into the apartment. She walked into
the kitchen. She saw the bottle of tequila and whiskey bottles lined up
like soldiers on the floor. She saw the 30/30 on the kitchen table. With
tears falling from her eyes. She asked him.”What the fuck are you
thinking? Why is the rifle on the table? He answered “Fuck off. Nothing
is wrong”.

She took the 30/30 off the table. She unloaded the one
round. She is crying. She yelled at him. “You have a loaded 30/30 on
the table. A half empty bottle of tequila. You never leave the house
except for work and you greet me with a fuck off.”

Leona called her work. Requested two weeks off. She called John’s work and request
two weeks off. She told them. A family problem. Need two weeks to sort
out. He sat and watched her. He told her.”Suicide is easy. Life is hard.
If you chose death too soon. May miss the one sweet kiss. One more
chance to see something beautiful.” Leona wrapped her arms around him.
Kissed his face. She asked. “What the fuck are you saying?” She took his
hand and brought him to the bed. She held him like a baby.  Fearing he
would leave her forever. They lay together in silence.

In the morning. Leona told him. “Time to go. You promise me to be able to see a
whale traveling to Mexico. You promise to buy me a Irish coffee in
Monterey.”
The long drive was too quiet. He looked out the window.
She held his hand tightly. She did a silence prayer of hope and a good
ending.

She asked him. “Remember when you described seeing the
whale traveling to Mexico. You told me you could almost touch the whale?
He whispered. “Keep going west. Death don’t like the feel of the mystic
desert and the  breeze of the sea.”

Leona told him. “Almost to Fort Ord. You promise me a strong Irish coffee on the pier. You told me
we would dance and drink at the beach.” He smiles and told her. “You
remembered all my crazy promises. They seem so far away. Why do you want
to be with a dead man?”

She didn’t answer for a few minute. She whispered. “I need you my friend. I know you feel guilty for your
brother’s death. Jenny left you when you went crazy. When you needed her
the most. But I stays with you. Even when you forgot my face and name.”

They arrived in late evening in Monterey. The two friends, like old lover’s
held hands at the Irish Cafe. He ordered her a Irish coffee. She ask ”
Give me two weeks with you. We will find hope together.” He looked away
from her and whisper. “When you lived a bullshit life with fake goals
and dreams. The walls will fall in. You will be left alone and empty for
wasting a life. Sex, booze and woman can’t make you feel complete. Dead
babies haunt my dreams. Two dead brother’s hanging themselves without a
word to anyone. They told the world to fuck off in their way.”

After many strong beers. They walked on the calm and lonely beach. She begin
to sing. She make him dance by the light of the spring moon.
” If I were the king of the forest.
I would stop the hate and dumb shit.
Allow the kids to be kids.”
He begin to sing.
”  If I were the king of the forest.
I would end the wars.
If I was the king of the forest.
The world wouldn’t be a pile of shit.”
Leona wrapped her arms around him. He brought her closer. He whisper’s. “Thank you kind lady for you.” Gave her a long kiss.

The Holiday Inn was $200 a night. But you could see for 20 miles into the Pacific.
Leona stood in front of him in a small towel that drops to the floor. She
smiles and asked.”Anything you like?” He reached out and puts his head
into her breast and held her.

In the morning. He buys two tickets
for the whale watching cruise. Rarely do you see a whale. But the two
hours into the sea in a small boat was the real  pleasure. The boat was
rocking with the ocean. He held her close. She asked him.”Promise me to
live forever if we see a whale together.” He kisses her neck and the her
lips. He told her. I promise to live on and be thankful for you if we
see a great whale..”

A half hour later. The Captain tells the
guests. A whale to the left. A  large gray whales appears. It is so
beautiful. He felt energy and life coming back to his tire mind and
soul. He brought Leona closer. He whispered. “I love you my friend.”
She smiles holding his hands tightly. They are within 50 yards  of the
whale.

Leona closes her eyes. She does a silence prayer. She
thanks the whales for their song. Their song told her to go and save a
friend life in her dream.  She hear a whisper in the ocean breeze.

Love comes when it is given without the desire of the love to be returned.

Coyote
Dec. 2010