Whale

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