The whale leaps
as high as he can imagine
piercing the water, from peak to peak,
is a yearning for the sky reflected in his eyes?
what if this high point was not merely the sky,
but something far higher?
if he knew of the infinite glitter of the stars,
would his dreams soar even higher?
even if one doesn’t know why,
to live is to constantly reach out
not a nervous restlessness,
but a constant motion of the heart.
—Arakawa Under The Bridge