ONCE, LEVIATHAN — Summary

Some nights a bear wandered into her dreams. She’d be polishing brass, or cooking supper and there he’d be, thirsty, peering in her window. She’d fill a tub with water so he could drink, and carry it through the flimsy door. The bear would drink and drink, never enough.

Once on the roadside she traveled only in sleep she found a cat, paralyzed but still alive. She brought it home and fed it bones and cream. One day it stretched and staggered away, meowing from one side of its mouth, blinking its one green eye.

Sometimes at night a dead whale would wash up on the shingle beach, brown flesh draped loose like blankets tossed. She’d step through the lipless mouth into that rib-walled room. Once she found Jonah, asleep. Every other time, she was alone.

But one night, a living whale swam through. Stretched along its back, a woman riding. In vision luminous, rare as sapphire, she knew the rider, felt blood heat of her own muscled arms, great flukes. All night long she swam, unmaimed; one creature, her long thirst quenched.

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A woman's dreams are visited by creatures that need something from her: a bear that can never drink enough, a half-broken cat she nurses back to life, a dead whale she walks inside like a room. In each dream she is a caretaker or a solitary explorer, and the feeling is quiet, strange and a little lonely. Even the brief sign of Jonah, asleep inside the whale, only underlines how often she is alone.

The last stanza changes everything. A living whale appears with a woman riding it, and the dreamer recognizes her as herself. She feels the rider's strong arms and the whale's flukes as one body. The thirst that ran through the earlier dreams, the bear's especially, is finally satisfied. The mood moves from watchful and sorrowful to luminous and joyful. The poem seems to suggest that after tending need and death, she can become whole and alive.

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