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.