queen – And Then Opens Possibility

Wind Wonderful Whales

 
Wild wonderful whales wandering 
the wet welcome waters of the Pacific
Enough of you we can’t seem to get
Each sighting a little fête.

What do you think when the little boats full of tourists 
speed toward you from all directions
as if there’s some emergency,
when all they want 
are a few moments communion 
with your majesty, 
to lay their eyes upon the body of the queen of the sea, 
to see you skin shimmering in the morning sun. 

Wild wonderful whales wandering 
the wet welcome waters of the Pacific
Enough of you we can’t seem to get
Each sighting a little fête.

Do you sense our delight
when you jump with all your might? 
Such an amazing sight! 
You are so grand, 
we can see you from land
up here on our balcony where we stand, 
drawn like magnets to your magnificence. 

Wild wonderful whales wandering 
the wet welcome waters of the Pacific
Enough of you we can’t seem to get
Each sighting a little fête.
It’s as if you can hear our oohi-ng and ahh-ing 
carrying from way up here 
a joyful song floating from afar. 
A spray to get our attention, 
a breach to show off your size,
bigger than the little tourist boats
gathered up along side you,
a great jump – and a splash
your big black back crashing
into the deep blue sea,
white water shooting like fireworks 
in a summer sky. 

Wild wonderful whales wandering 
the wet welcome waters of the Pacific
Enough of you we can’t seem to get
Each sighting a little fête.

Oops! I decided there was one more poem I want to share from my Gathering at the Sea collection, written in January 2021. This poem is about one of our big delights when whiling away the days in sunny San Agustinillo. Below, you can find other poems from my little collection previously posted here, along with a bonus photo:

on a torn wing

with wonder and delight

Many of these poems, including wild wonderful whales, are part of an online collection I call Little Morsels of Delight.

The Ocean I. A lover She pulses under the little boats with their brown fishermen who know her like a lover sensing her moods content for her to kiss them with her abundance II. A queen This queen reigns over vast lands, unconstrained, not to be contained, she spreads herself upon the shore saturating sand, soaking deep she throws herself over rocks splashes, transformed to salty mist, dissolving into air permeating everything III. A pool She sits like a pool on a hot summer day inviting you in to her stillness her soft wetness carries your weight and you rest on her soft body slumbering in her surety