White Whale

by Daniel Ravizza

If the white whale is the holy grail

Is the black sheep only skin deep?

If both are a facade or bound to fail

Is Ahab the only one to weep?

Or is it as Siddahartha once said

That truth lies in the middle mean?

Then we are ridden to grayscale’s bed

No black or white or even green.

Ceasing cowardice’s wretching yellow

Or red’s boisterous sanguine

Man becomes a dull fellow-

Stuck in the haze of in between.