I watched its back rise through the surface
It had to be a whale. It must have been a whale.
I watched my mind search to preserve itself
I asked it to rest quiet and leave that job to me
It was a whale – at least it breathed air, lived in the sea
And crested right in front of me – where I loved us all
It moved water with its body and blew air from its blowhole
For me and others to use in any way we needed to