the rise and fall, the spray plunging into foam
Into something new. We have not spoken,
But we are watching the same scene.
I stood behind you as you spoke to the crew,
As you gave instructions, the muscles of your back
Rising as you took in air, shoulder blades creasing
The material I wanted to touch. You knew I was behind
You then. You stood like a storyteller,
Lingering over the plot instructions
Past necessity, just turning your head
Slightly to the side, not seeing me but knowing
I was there watching, wondering. Could we
live as the whales, sure of the direction
of home, crossing each other, finding those
that bind us to our place in what we pass
And those who thrust us forward to become.