A shadow inconceivable in size
darkens the water; then a smaller one.
My eyes are dazzled, not just by the sun.
A spout, a moment, then the whales rise.

A mother and a child, not hard to say,
but think of them in awe. A child that weighs
a ton at least. You watch it, as it plays
as gawky as a foal in its huge way

it leaps and splash. The water slaps its skin.
Imagine titan’s whimper. Mother’s bound
is elegant. She slips without a sound
from air to water. And again. They’re in

a moment of instruction. Soon child’s leap
is elegant as sunlight, soft as sleep.


About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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2 Responses to WHALES

  1. cmcmck says:

    Now this, I love! :o)

  2. snaky_poet says:

    Beautiful! Gorgeous last line.

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