It’s the fish god of Assyria and Babylon and empire; no one escapes its appetite.
It’s dark and acidic and stinking and grinding; it’s the abyss; it’s vulnerability.
It’s the site of desperate prayers and promises, and a life given over to God.
It’s the thing you have crossed the oceans to find, when you realise it’s been cradling you all along.
It’s the tomb, it’s the womb, it’s the site of rebirth, it’s the convulsion which spews you to shore.
Alison and the whale 