The Star Whale swims/ In the slow gulf stream of galaxies,/ Swallowing the glowing plankton of the stars….’ Then again, also reaching for the stars, is Mama Tree. ‘Through final fingers that wrap around her roots/ she reaches out like any mother/ to touch, to feed, to warn.’ Meanwhile, the Moose Moon scoops ‘moonlight from the sky/ with antlers like cupped palms and outstretched fingers’.
