I know of this whale weathervane that no longer faces the
wind. Her decisions no longer dictated
by storms and past adventures are now only fading memories.
She need not hang on so tightly but learning
that - took time. Retirement was a great
adjustment. Alone, no longer a part of
the many, her seas are calm. Cloud
formations have lost their significance.
Now, simply an object to occasionally be noticed, dusted –
she points outward in silence, all the while knowing inwardly that her destiny
will be to float up on the shore of some distant garage sale.
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